B
You're like a constant crowding consonant
D#m
I'm a claustrophobic; I, I said
C#m
We're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference
F#
Thank God your words have come to rescue me from my sentence
B
You're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor
D#m
You're the eulogy I can't avoid anymore
C#m
That tumor in my side celebrating malignance:
F#
"Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents"
*Riff*
You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling
*Riff continued*
I'm a passed out priest in an G#A meeting
B
And they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decision
B
I've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision
C#m
You're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner
F#
From the friendly registered sex offender
B
All equipped with a mustache and a windowless van
C#m
You're telling me how much you've changed
F#
I'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in
B
I'm like your neighbor's hands on your father's throat:
D#m
"Sweetie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults"
C#m
So adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim
F#
Each tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
B
You say I'm your backpack caught on a chain link fence
D#m
But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense
C#m
I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers
F#
I'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors
*Riff*
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
*Riff continued*
Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
B
You keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps
B
My eyes, they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"
C#m
And I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
F#
Probably listen more if you didn't talk so much
B
Why don't you show yourself out
C#m F#
How can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! Alright!
C#m
La-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-da
F#
La-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)
C#m
You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
F#
You're a phone call home after eight long seasons
C#m
There's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
F#
Said the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leaving
B
I'm not certain it's the smog, more just the constant grieving
B
But first you're dropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding
C#m
I said, oh God damn it you're so mean
F#
You say I'll lose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
B
But I've already lost them, I couldn't care less
C#m
I guess my path, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow best
F#
I guess that's it
Outro:
B D#m D C#m F# (Repeat, end on C)
- 1. Chord Gitar Dear and the Headlights - Talk About Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar C#)
- 2. Ganti Chord Gitar Dear and the Headlights - Talk About Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar C#)
- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan