CAPO ON 1ST FRET G G F#m Bm G G F#m Bm G F#m Bm This is for an audience of one at a time, G A G so I'll sing it straight, I'll sing it loud. G F#m Don't keep it a secret, keep it elite. Bm G A G If only all your friends could see me now. Bm G How important are the words? D In one ear, already forgot 'em. Bm G D So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship. A G F#m Bm G F#m Bm I'll see you all at the bottom. G F#m If there was a shotgun blast from my bedroom Bm G and you were outside the window, A G would you see a flash, or hear the sound? G F#m 'Cause living out our dreams has been killing me. Bm G A G Did you hear it die, or is there no sound when no one else is around? Bm G How important are the words? D In one ear, already forgot 'em. Bm G D So many metaphors it could sink the fucking ship. A G I'll see you all at the bottom. F#m Bm G I was running out of places to go. F#m Bm I was running out F#m G F#m G of reasons to stay away from here again, but it isn't over yet. F#m G Was it worth it, then? Well, it sometimes can be. F#m Em G It's hard to see, but I think you're still my friends. D A G I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but Bm A G thank you for letting me into your home. D A G I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but Bm A G thank you for letting me into your home. I was running out of places to go. D A G I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but Bm A G thank you for letting me into your home. I was running out of places to go. D A G I'd miss my bed, but I can't remember how it feels compared to yours or any other but Bm A G A G thank you for letting me into your home. I was running out of places to go.
