In Sadding Around Jawbreaker
[Ab]Sleeping [A]off the last five [F#]years
[E]takes another [D]five.
[Ab]Recover[A]y in lieu of [F#]being [E]here right [D]now.
[Ab]When I throw my[A]self at your [F#]feet,
[E]You know it's to be [D]walked on.
[Ab]We're breaking [A]up[F#] ev[E]ery single [D]night.
[F#]If I had a [E]choice don't you think I'd [D]make it?
[F#]I lost my [E]voice. [D]Hope I didn't break it.
[B]Little [F#]demons by my [D]bed [B]whisper [F#]secrets.
[D]The kind you never hear.
[F#]I dip my [E]toe in this cold, cold [D]life.
[F#]I want to [E]dive but [D]I can't find your feet.
[A]You with a [B]view [D]so unlike my own.
[A]I'm [E]trying on your [G]eyes.[D]
[A]So I let [B]go, [D]fall to the ground.
[A]It's a [E]long way [G]down a[D]gain.
[Ab]The petty [A]cons keep peeling [F#]back my ear[E]s.
We make pl[D]ans.
[Ab]Collabora[A]te and give to[F#] you
[E]my better h[D]alf.
[Ab]Until n[A]ow just dead weigh[F#]t,
[E]A prisoner of do[D]ubt.
[Ab]In a cel[A]l we kiss and t[F#]ell
[E]all our k[D]eepsakes.
[F#]I dip my [E]toe in this cold, cold [D]life.
[F#]I want to [E]dive but [D]I can't find your feet.
[A]You with a [B]view [D]so unlike my own.
[A]I'm [E]trying on your [G]eyes.[D]
[A]So I let [B]go, [D]fall to the ground.
[A]It's a [E]long way [G]down a[D]gain.
[A]Sore, hit the [B]floor.
[D]Got my first glimpse of the sky.
[A]The s[E]tars were on your[G] side.[D]
[A]Who would've [B]thunk
[D]the thirteenth fell on Friday?
[A]I say hell[E]o and it's goo[G]dbye again.[D]
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