Written by John K. Samson
Intro: Bbm F# C# (x2) verse 1 Bbm F# C# That hashtag wants me dead, but I don’t mind Bbm F# C# It’s just another way we grieve Bbm F# C# for all the times we fail to be the ones Bbm F# C# we thought we had the chance to beBbm F# C# verse 2 Bbm F# C# I don’t mean to miss the good old days Bbm F# C# The good old days were mostly bad Bbm F# C# But I recall how dark the night got then Bbm F# C# how absences could make me gladG# F# And when it gets too complicated G# F# when you can’t get to sleep C# F# when the morning seems impossible C# F# Select all delete C# F# Select all delete C# Bbm F# C# Select all deleteOutro Bbm F# C# (x4)G# F# So when it’s too illuminated G# F# too loud and indiscreet C# F# When it gets you stoned or gets you strange C# F# Select all delete C# F# Select all delete C# Bbm F# C# Select all delete
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