F# F#sus F#
I've been speaking later and later in the day
F# F#sus F# F#sus
Most days I don't talk 'till maybe 8 o'clock at night
B Bsus
It keeps me whole, keeps me holy
F# F#sus F#
Keeps me way up in the mountains even when I'm on the road
C#
Keeps me coming up for air
B/Bsus
Keeps me airing out some cum
F# F#sus
Keeps me cool
F# F#sus F#
And every place I go is one less place I could call home
F# F#sus F# F#sus
And every girl I kiss, well I just cross her off my list
B Bsus
I don't go far, I just go crazy
F# F#sus F# F#sus
I buried all of my old clothes out in some field in West Des Moines
C# B/Bsus
And if you judge me tonight, judge me by the songs I write
F# F#sus F#
That's who I am to you
C# B
And there's a black tornado, black tornado
F# C# F#
Spinning around in my body and sometimes
C# B
Black tornado, black tornado
F# C# F#
Spinning around in my body sometime
(Same chord progressions for the rest... I'm sure you can figure it out!)