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