Bm F#m A E
Bm F#m A

Bm                 F#m
A million things to do
A               E
Every morning I wake up
Bm             F#m
Keep myself at ease
                       A
Sometimes next to someone

Bm              F#m
People calling me
A                          E
Though not as much as they used to
Bm                  F#m
It takes about a week
                    A
To get back to not them

D                      Bm
Every day I am in this mess
                      F#m              A
I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
          D                 Bm
Just the top layer of the feeling
                         F#m               A
Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing
               F#m      A
Even when it's foooolish

E G

Bm                F#m
Sometimes I succeed
A              E
In losing the reason
Bm                  F#m
But it always comes back
                        A
And when it doesn't it's fresh

Bm                F#m
I read all these books
A                     E
And with all of that knowledge
Bm                           F#m
I know what happens when you love
              A
But can not attach

D                      Bm
Every day I am in this mess
                      F#m              A
I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
          D                 Bm
Just the top layer of the feeling
                         F#m               A
Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing
               F#m      A
Even when it's foooolish

D                      Bm
Every day I am in this mess
                      F#m              A
I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
          D                 Bm
Just the top layer of the feeling
                         F#m               A
Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing
               F#m      A
Even when it's foooolish

E             G
A party with undertones
D
Everyone is dancing
                        A
And i just reached perfection
E                 G
Bodies, stories, smiles and show
D
All the different gestures
              A
Easily read wrong
      E             G
Just wait until the smoke is gone
D
And im on my paper throne
               A
Giving you attention
E                    G
The king of grasping undertones
  D
A year and a bit
                  A
Is all it has to take 

D A

Dm                   Am
A million things to do
C               G
Every morning I wake up
Dm                Am
Keep myself at ease
                      C
Sometimes next to someone

Dm              Am
People calling me
C                           G
Though not as much as they used to
Dm                  Am
It takes about a week
                     C
To get back to not them

F                      Dm
Every day I am in this mess
                       Am              C
I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh
         F                   Dm
Just the top layer of the feeling
                         Am               C
Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing
             Am      C
Even when it's foooolish