[Intro]
Am, G, C, F, Am, G, C
Am G C F
smokey eyes, are you feeling good? for now, you’re here with me.
Am G C C/B
seems like we’ve waited long enough for someone else to make us feel complete.
Am G C E
it’s not a bitter flavor and it’s not a sweeter drink.
F Fm
i’m scared to ask you if you would do the same for me.
Am G C F
smokey eyes— that’s your name isn’t it? at least that’s what i call you.
Am G C C/B
when i call you do you shake the way i shake when i call to say i’m through?
Am G C E
“no, i shake the way you do at shows so people know you’re cool...
F Fm
violently but still controlled enough to screw.”
F G
so help me make amends with all my friends.
C Am7
most other people are just dead ends.
F Fm
there’s nothing worse than making friends.
Am G C F
sticky thighs, are you wild now or just a memory?
Am G
some people want to be your friend
C C/B
some people just want to be free
Am G
and the worst thing about me
C E
is that i’m somewhere in between;
F Fm
i might miss you but i’m still trying to get clean
F G
so help me make amends with all my friends.
C Am7
most other people are just dead ends.
F Fm
there’s nothing worse than making friends.
F G
you’ve had enough to drink
C Am7
you know you’re drowning in the flavor of
F Fm
cough syrup and vicodin
F G
you’ve got the bitter flavor down so
C Am7
dab the sweeter drink on a napkin, then
F Fm
hold it up to your mouth so you can sleep
Am G
quiet lies that you’re telling to
C F
those black and screaming skies
Am G
i hope you’re walking around campus
C C/B
contemplating your own smallish size
Am G C E
this is not what all my idols told me college would be like
F Fm
i hope someday you learn to take your own advice
F G
so help me make amends with all my friends.
C Am7
most other people are just dead ends.
F Fm
there’s nothing worse than making friends.