Kunci Gitar Left At London - Kudzu

[Intro]

F#m A E D
F#m A E D

PART I

F#m
Is it greener where you are now?
A
Do you need it to be green?
E
I could take over your garden
D
I just need to be seen
F#m
Is it beautiful, your garden?
A
Are there flowers where you stand?
E
Do you need them to be hidden?
D
I can give you a hand

F#m A
Could I stay one more night
E D
Until I go home
F#m A
It’s just one more night
E
I swear I’ll be gone after that
D
Till you come crawling back to me next
N.C.

PART II

[Intro: William Crooks]

(Shit)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
(Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
(Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)

[Verse 1: Left at London]
Dmaj7 F#m
Now I’ve been in therapy half my life and I feel the same

I feel insane, daily
Dmaj7 F#m
And I would do whatever just to get me through
Dmaj7
And it doesn’t really work like that

But it helps
F#m
If you wanted dishonesty

You better see someone else
Dmaj7
Believe me, I get it

I’ve been struggling too
F#m
Not the greatest way to heal

But it’s something to do until

[Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks]
Dmaj7
I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)
Dmaj7
I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)

[Interlude: William Crooks]
Dmaj7
(Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back)
F#m
(Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back)
Dmaj7
(Came from the dirt, that’s where we going back)
F#m
(Grew it from the ground so hell yeah you know I’m smoking that)

[Verse 2: Left at London]
Dmaj7
My friends are addicts
F#m
Some are still, but some got sober
Dmaj7
And I wanna say I’m jealous
F#m
But it’s been three days without

And now I’m over it
Dmaj7
I was so sure that
F#m
I’d be cured as I got older
Dmaj7
But it’s been three hundred years
F#m
And I still feel bitter, scared

And inconsiderate

[Chorus: Left at London and William Crooks]
Dmaj7
I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)
Dmaj7
I’m put aside

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
Contrary to popular belief I tried, eh

(Fucked up in the crib talking to my- talking to myself)
Dmaj7
I’m terrified

(Yeah, fucked up in the crib talking to myself)
F#m
One day I might know if it was justified, eh

(But what is myself if I’m just trillions of single cells?)

[Outro: William Crooks]

Dmaj7 F#m

(Shit, they never ask how the fuck he is, you know? Shit)

Dmaj7 F#m
Dmaj7 F#m
Dmaj7 F#m