Capo: 2
Verse 1:
[Fsus2]Fatefully, [C]I tried to pick my
[Am]battles 'til the [Gsus4]battle picked me
[Fsus2] [C]Misery, [Am] [Gsus4]like the war
of words I shouted in my sleep
[Fsus2]And [C]you passed right by
[Am]I [Gsus4]was in the alley, surrounded on all sides
[Fsus2]The [C]knife cuts both ways
[Am]If [Gsus4]the shoe fits, walk in
it 'til your high heels break
Chorus:
[Fsus2]And I [C]fell from the pedestal
[Am]Right down the rabbit hole
[Gsus4]Long story short, it was a bad time
[Fsus2] [C]Pushed from the precipices
[Am]Clung to the nearest lips
[Gsus4]Long story short, it was the wrong guy
[Fsus2]Now [C]I'm all about you
[Am] [Gsus4]I'm all about you, ah
[C]Ye[Fsus2]ah, ye[Gsus4]ah, ye[Gsus4]ah, yeah
[C]I'm all about you, ah
[Fsus2]Yeah, [Em] [C]yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 2:
[Fsus2]Actual[C]ly, I always [Am]felt I must look
[Gsus4]better in the rear view
[Fsus2]Missing me, [C]at the [Am]golden gates
they [Gsus4]once held the keys to
[Fsus2]When I [C]dropped my sword
I [Am]threw it in the bushes and
[Gsus4]knocked on your door
[Fsus2]And we [C]live in peace
But if [Am]someone comes at us, [Gsus4]this time, I'm ready
Chorus:
[Fsus2]And I [C]fell from the pedestal
[Am]Right down the rabbit hole
[Gsus4]Long story short, it was a bad time
[Fsus2] [C]Pushed from the precipices
[Am]Clung to the nearest lips
[Gsus4]Long story short, it was the wrong guy
[Fsus2]Now [C]I'm all about you
[Am] [Gsus4]I'm all about you, ah
[C] [Fsus2]Yeah, [Gsus4]yeah, yeah, yeah
[C]I'm all about you
Bridge:
[Am]No [Em] [Dm]more keepin' score
[Am]Now I just keep you warm (Keep you warm)
[Am]No [Em] [Dm]more tug of war
[Gsus4]Now I just know there's more (Know there's more)
[Am]No [Em] [Dm]more keepin' score
[Am]Now I just keep you warm (Keep you warm)
[Am] [Em]And [Fsus2]my waves meet your shore
[Gsus4]Ever and evermore
Chorus:
What if he's written "Mine" on my upper
[G]thigh only in my mi[F]nd?
I'm slippin', fallin' ba[C]ck into the hedge ma[G]ze
Oh, what a way to d[Am]ie
I keep recalling thi[F]ngs we never d[G]id
Messy top lip ki[C]ss, how I long for our try[Am7]sts
Without ever touc[F]hin' his skin
How can [G]I be guilty as sin? [C]
[C]And I pushed from the [Am]precipice,
clung to the [G]nearest lips
Long story short, it was the wrong [G]guy
[C] [G]He sent me "Downtown [Am]Lights"
[C]Long story [Am]short, it was the wrong [G]guy
[G]Am I allowed to cry?
[C]
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