Tom: Em
G
just to start this off,
C
this isn’t the start of anything,
D
just a song that i can sing to you
G
we’re standing in a graveyard,
a presumably dead arm
C
popped through the grass,
D
and who doesn’t talk about that
G
honey, you are nothing to me
but alcohol and dopamine
Am
i’m dying on the sofa
D
and i barely know the time
G
and like an old man, say i reckon,
i love you for a millisecond,
Am
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
C Am D
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill,
D
i took a spill
G
and ran into a tree,
A
and suffered minor injuries
C
honey, you are nothing to me,
D G
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet
but i’m just being bitchy,
C
cause every everyone skipped over me
D
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
G
one coffee table theater scene,
Am
one disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three,
C D
i’d rather let the poor kid sleep
G
but he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,
LSD, post- wisdom teeth,
C D
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour
G
I wanna know your passwords
Without changing them in preferences
C D
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing
Am
and in the box i’ll type,
D
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
G A
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high
C D
cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
Bm Em
in love with weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
Am D
and i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
Bm Em
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed
Am D
honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything
B Em
that’s thought to be so sweet
C D G
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.
and all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
C Am D
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
G
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
C Am D
likely married to personified business casual khakis
Am D
and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
Bm Em
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
C D
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
Bm Em
carrying my zombie arm to the fifteenth grade prom
C D
honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything
B Em
thats thought to be so sweet
C D G A
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems
C D G C
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems
