Capo: 4th fret
[Intro]
D A
[Verse 1]
G D A
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
Bm
I always used to bust into her hand
G D A Bm
In my, my, my imagination
G D A
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Bm
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
G D A
And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah
[Instrumental]
G D A Bm
G D A
[Verse 2]
G D
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
A Bm
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
G D A
In my, my, my imagination
G D A
So many cringes and heroin binges,
A Bm
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
G D A
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Em G A
Enough about me now
Em G A
“You gotta talk about the people, baby”
Em G A
But that’s kind of the idea
[Chorus]
Bm A
At home, somewhere I don’t like
G D
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
G A F#
Coming to her lookalikes
Bm A
I can’t get the language right
G D G D A D
Just tell me what’s unladylike
[Verse 3]
G D A
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Bm
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
G D A
Writing about their ejaculations
G D
“I like my men like I like my coffee
A Bm
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won’t offend anybody”
G D A D
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Em G A
A Xanax and a Newport
Em G A Em G A
“Well I take care of my kids”, she said
[Chorus]
Bm A
The worst inside of us begets
G D
That feeling on the internet
G
It’s like someone intended it
A F#
(Like advertising cigarettes)
Bm A
A diamond in the rough begets
G D G A
The diamond with a scruff you get
[Instrumental Bridge]
G D
G D A
G D A Bm
G D A
G D A Bm
G D A D
[Outro]
G D
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
A Bm
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
G D A
Calling his ego imagination?
G D A
I’ve not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
Bm
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
G D A D
It’s kind of my daily iteration
G D A Bm
G D
Capo: 4th fret
[Intro]
D A
[Verse 1]
G D A
She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band
Bm
I always used to bust into her hand
G D A Bm
In my, my, my imagination
G D A
I was living my best life, living with my parents
Bm
Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants
G D A
And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah
[Instrumental]
G D A Bm
G D A
[Verse 2]
G D
And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame
A Bm
I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine
G D A
In my, my, my imagination
G D A
So many cringes and heroin binges,
A Bm
I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes
G D A
Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Em G A
Enough about me now
Em G A
“You gotta talk about the people, baby”
Em G A
But that’s kind of the idea
[Chorus]
Bm A
At home, somewhere I don’t like
G D
Eating stuff off of motorbikes
G A F#
Coming to her lookalikes
Bm A
I can’t get the language right
G D G D A D
Just tell me what’s unladylike
[Verse 3]
G D A
I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas
Bm
Sitting in east on their communista keisters
G D A
Writing about their ejaculations
G D
“I like my men like I like my coffee
A Bm
Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won’t offend anybody”
G D A D
Whilst staining the pages of the nation, oh, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Em G A
A Xanax and a Newport
Em G A Em G A
“Well I take care of my kids”, she said
[Chorus]
Bm A
The worst inside of us begets
G D
That feeling on the internet
G
It’s like someone intended it
A F#
(Like advertising cigarettes)
Bm A
A diamond in the rough begets
G D G A
The diamond with a scruff you get
[Instrumental Bridge]
G D
G D A
G D A Bm
G D A
G D A Bm
G D A D
[Outro]
G D
Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke?
A Bm
Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke
G D A
Calling his ego imagination?
G D A
I’ve not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days
Bm
And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe
G D A D
It’s kind of my daily iteration
G D A Bm
G D
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