Matchbox

	  		
Verse 1:
 G 
I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions 
 G 
You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks 
       G                     Bm                              G                       C 
Like, that's not a card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like how you'd like to live 
             G 
You're the type of cool that likes to talk a lot 
          G 
I'm the type of fool to listen 
             G                 Bm                        G 
They say a wise man lends his ears but not his thoughts often 
                     N.C. 
The same is true of undercover cops 

Verse 2:
          G                       Em 
And the undercover bubbler got me doubly high as heaven 
       G                            C 
We're still under the radar, seven billion on the planet 
         G 
Wading straight to the moon 
      Em 
Salutations to Apollo 
          G                      C 
While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow 
         G                 Em 
And you bit my lip when I kissed you 
           G                             C 
I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you 
                Em                               D 
We shared my blood for an instant and I would trade some more to have it back 
 G                   C                   C 
Yeah I would trade all of this for that 

Verse 3:
 
             G                Em                     G                           C 
I'm in the back of a fifteen passenger van doing an expose on feelings I don't fully understand 
           G                Em 
Started a Matchbox guitar slow jam 
     G                          C 
With hope just as large as the room in my car 
    G                         Em                         G                          C 
My career went as far as the can that I kicked down the road for awhile until I'm just settled in 
  G                           Em 
Hold it for change from charitable donors like 
  G                    C 
Excuse me sir, miss could you spare a moment to... 

Verse 4:
 
  G 
SUPPORT LOCAL SUPPORT LOCAL 
   Em 
I know I should've been more vocal 
  G 
Sure, I could've been more social 
            C 
I've been hanging out it's a short rope though 
       G                                    Em 
It's been awhile I should've wrote but I'm going postal 
      Em 
I'm GOING POSTAL 
      D 
I've been coasting 
                   C                     G 
I've been coping okay for the most part 

 
G                  Em 
Everybody I know wants to be a star 
 G                        C 
Just above the atmosphere flying high 
  G                      Em 
Just above the average fear to try 
    D                            C              G 
Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles 
  G                Em 
Everybody I know wants the gleam 
   G                             C 
In designer tops and ten dollar magazines 
 G                    Em             D 
Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak 
      C 
Aggravated when I say what I mean 
           C 
I mean, I mean 


Verse 5:
 N.C. 
You see, is that 
        G 
I'm a master of Matchbox guitar sessions 
           G 
You're a master of passive aggressive magic tricks 
        G                       Bm                         G                       N.C. 
Like: that's not the card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like you'd like to live 
           G                    Em 
You're the master of Matlock lock picking lessons 
          G                             C 
I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments 
        G                     Em 
Like this ain't the life that I should've picked 
                D                      C 
But it's the cards we're dealt we play with 
      G 
Shit