Goo

Capo: 2nd fret

[Intro]
   F#m       E            D           C#m
My mind is a little bit, a bit like goo
D      C#m            A        B 
Always comin', comin' back to you
Bm       A           E                 F#
I never had you so I guess I couldn't lose you
 
[Instrumental]
F# A
 
[Verse 1]
F#m      E               D  C#m
I'm good enough for your 911's
    D         C#m     A       B
But you bring her for all the fun
Bm       A       E       F#
Guess to you I'm not the one
   E           D            A
To show up for all the good times
 
[Pre-Chorus]
     B            Bm
When I go to bed, you make her coffee
D                A
I won't pretend, it doesn't hurt me
A                     Bm
She gets you last but I got you first, please
D
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
N.C.
I don't wanna hear it
       A
(Don't say you're there in spirit)
 
[Chorus]
      D        E                    F#m
S-s-s-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
        B
And you talk about your ex
      D        E                           F#m
S-s-s-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left
B
And I feel like an idiot
D
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
      E
And I don't want you to tell me that you're gonna comе in spirit
       F#m                          B D
'Cause honestly that's more of a stab
B        D          E        A
So-so-so nеxt time, go call a cab
 
[Instrumental]
A
 
[Verse 2]
F#m          E     D      C#m
Resting your head upon my chest
D       C#m     A        B
How God knows I tried my best
Bm       A      E         F#
How many people are there left
E       D          A
Until I get to the good times?
 
[Pre-Chorus]
B           Bm     D         A
Last time I tried, I lost to Jesus
A                 Bm
Hand on my thigh, take me in pieces
D             A
I wonder why, I still need this
A
I still need this
 
[Chorus]
      D        E                    F#m
S-s-s-sometimes I pick you up from LAX
        B
And you talk about your ex
      D        E                    F#m
S-s-s-sometimes you wouldn't notice if I left
B
And I feel like an idiot
D
I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna hear it
      E
And I don't want you to tell me that you're come in spirit
       F#m
'Cause honestly that's more of a stab
B        D          E           F#m
So-so-so next time, go call a cab
B       D    F#m        E
I go to bed, take me in pieces
F#m                  E
You make her coffee, I lost to Jesus
B            D        F#m           E
She gets you last but damn, I don't need this
B       D    F#m   E
I don't need this
 
[Outro]
Bm        D                    A
Sometimes I pick you up from LAX
A
And that's what I regret
Bm         D                       A
Next time, I won't even call you back
N.C.
Go call a cab