[Intro]
C Am F x2
[Verse 1]
C Am F C Am F [stop]
The people in the apartments across the street, literally and metaphorically look down on me
C
Tangled in tenderness
Am F
Why do I have to live like this?
C
I was tempted by your company
Am F
And you've already noticed me
C Am F
I'm sorry for what I say when I don't know what I'm saying
C Am F
And you don't have to play this cat and mouse game I am playing
C Am F
I'm just a pretty sad person in a quite surreal place
C Am F
And I don't look up from my phone because I know I won't see your face
C Am F C [stop]
And it's pathetic, it's also not a competition
[Chorus]
C F Am G
And I'm absolutely infinitely more scared of you than you are of me
C F Am [stop]
And I've always been the one who cares too much
[Verse 2]
C F F
And I hope you're happy, I hope you've slept
Am G
I'll try not write another record about the pain in my chest
C F Am [stop]
I'm just so glad I could be someone that you wanted
C Am F
And I don't recognise these stars, I'm unfamiliar with this skyline
C Am F
I was born and bred in bars, now nothing man-made is in my eyeline
C Am F
Turn and walk back to the house that they saved after the war
C
And I am questioned once again
Am F
Get asked what I would do that for
C
And our host tells me I'm sick
Am F
Tentatively hands me a spliff
C
And I know he's forgotten my name
Am F
But I don't remember his
[Chorus]
C F Am G
And I'm absolutely infinitely more scared of you than you are of me
C F Am [stop]
And I've always been the one who cares too much
[Hook]
F C Am
And oh god if only it was that easy to run
G F
From what I've achieved, I've let it define me
C Am
I'm having panic attacks on German TV
G F
This is not work ethic, it's survival technique
C
And there's nothing I can really do
Am G F
So I sit in the band room, start fights to get attention from you
C Am
There is nothing I am qualified or smart enough to do
G F G F
Sit in the band room and start fights to get attention from you
[Verse 3]
C Am F
I walk off into the corn field, every cut's a new relief
C Am F
I might stop talking altogether if you stop talking to me
C
And if I'm really supposed to be here
Am F
Why has no one come to that conclusion
C
I'm out of place amongst the band boys
Am F
I can't suspend disillusion
C Am F
And music industry professionals yeah they can all go and fuck themselves
C Am F C
And it's just me and Chris, but he's stoned as shit and passing out
Am F C
That was okay once, for some reason it's sad now
Am F C Am F C
For some reason it's sad now, for some reason it's sad
