F#
F#
My perfect pin-up come off the wall
I ditched my buds for her bedroom but I swear it's not my fault
B
I think these feelings must be holy
F#
This could be love, sorry love.
Db B F#
I'd find her drunk in the street, kiss the puke off of her cheek, put her to bed.
Db B
And in the morning my doll remembers nothing at all
F#
I never said.
F#
But now our summer's bending two different ways.
We talk like every other day but now the texts are getting shorter.
B
Gotta sneak away to talk on the phone
F#
I kinda mumble so nobody else knows.
Db B F#
The conversations are sweet, real nice but nothing too deep, not like before.
Db B F#
Still say I love you, but now the words are forced from our mouths, kind of a bore.
Like we're not fun anymore.
(kazoo solo)
F# B F# Db B F# Db B F#
F#
But now my pillows smell like you in the morning.
I've got your stain stuck in my sheets and I'm like holy pfft cannoli.
B
I've got plenty competition I know.
F#
She'll find a new man to carry her home.
Db B F#
He's probably cooler than me, sleeps right where I used to sleep, right by her door.
Db B F#
And in the morning they kiss, say I've never felt like this before.
