Tom: G
G Bm
With a growing sense of dread And a hammer in my head
Am
Fully clothed upon the bed
D G
I wake up to the world that lately I've been living in
G Bm
There's a cut upon my brow Must have banged myself somehow
Am
But I can't remember now
D G
And the front door's open wide Lately I've let things slide
Chorus (C D)
C
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in
And pick out the cleanest shirt
D
Then I tell myself again I don't really hurt
Verse (G Bm Am D G / G Bm Am D G)
Smoking I once quit Now I got one lit I just fell back into it
Along with my pride Lately I've let things slide
Chorus (C D)
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in Dig out the cleanest shirt
When all at once I'm seized again by exquisite hurt
Verse (G Bm Am D G / G Bm Am D G)
That untouched takeaway I brought home the other day Has quite a lot to say
The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide About how lately I've, let things slide
D G
I'm just about holding on But lately I've let things slide
