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[Intro]
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# | - |
[Verse 1]
D D/C
I saw you in a photograph with some
Brunette girl in a headback laugh
Bm7
And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
D/A#
Down the small of her back
D
You were never outside with me
D/C
Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
Bm7
And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
D/A#
That I'd meet your mom and dad
[Chorus]
Bm7 D/A D D/G
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Bm7 D/A D D/G
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
Bm7 D/A D D/G
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
[Post-Chorus]
E7sus2 D/F# D/G
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah,
E7sus2 D/F# D/G
you remind me of how little I deserve
[Verse 2]
D
I knew we weren't meant to be
D/C
I'm from Texas skies,
you're from London streets
Bm7
And I'm not your type,
but you're trying things
D/A#
So that's everything I need
D
To break apart my own heart again
D/C
Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
Bm7
That I'm not worth shit,
and I'm better dead
D/A#
Who's the victim in the end?
[Chorus]
Bm7 D/A D D/G
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Bm7 D/A D D/G
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
Bm7 D/A D D/G
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
[Post-Chorus]
E7sus2 D/F# D/G
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah,
E7sus2 D/F# D/G
you remind me of how little I deserve
Yeah,
E7sus2 D/F# D/G
you remind me of my father slurring words
So,
E7sus2 D/F# D/G
you remind me of how little I deserve
[Interlude]
D/G
D
Connell
[Bridge]
D/C Bm7
Connell
D/A# D D/C Bm7
Connell
D/A# D/A C/G Bm/F# Bb/F
Connell ah
[Outro]
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# |
[Intro]
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# | - |
[Verse 1]
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# | - |
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# | - |
I saw you in a photograph with some
Brunette girl in a headback laugh
And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
Down the small of her back
You were never outside with me
Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
That I'd meet your mom and dad
[Chorus]
| Bm7 | D/A | D | D/G |
| Bm7 | D/A | D | D/G |
| Bm7 | D/A | D | D/G |
| - |
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
[Post-Chorus]
| E7sus2 | D/F# | D/G |
| - | E7sus2 | D/F# | D/G |
| - |
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah,
you remind me of how little I deserve
[Verse 2]
| D | - | D/C |
| - | Bm7 | - | D/A# |
| - | D | - | D/C |
| - | Bm7 | - | D/A# |
| - |
I knew we weren't meant to be
I'm from Texas skies,
you're from London streets
And I'm not your type,
but you're trying things
So that's everything I need
To break apart my own heart again
Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
That I'm not worth shit,
and I'm better dead
Who's the victim in the end?
[Chorus]
| Bm7 | D/A | D |
| D/G | Bm7 | D/A | D |
| D/G | Bm7 | D/A | D |
| D/G | - | - | - |
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
[Post-Chorus]
| E7sus2 | D/F# | D/G | - |
| E7sus2 | D/F# | D/G | - |
| E7sus2 | D/F# | D/G | - |
| E7sus2 | D/F# | D/G | - |
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Yeah,
you remind me of how little I deserve
Yeah,
you remind me of my father slurring words
So,
you remind me of how little I deserve
[Interlude]
| D/G | - | - | - |
| D | - |
Connell
[Bridge]
| D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# | - |
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# | - |
| D/A | - | C/G | - |
| Bm/F# | - | Bb/F | - |
Connell
Connell
Connell ah
[Outro]
| D | - | D/C | - |
| Bm7 | - | D/A# |
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