[Intro] G Am G Am [Verse 1] G My new house sits upon the clouds Am Right next door is the lost and found G Picking fights with the ghost down stairs Am Turn off the lights and plug my ears Gmaj7 Am9 Gmaj7 Am9 G Am The trees are killing off in a lovely kind of way G Am And of course I'm pleading from the porch just stay G Am Maybe the winter will cut me some slack this year G Am Maybe I'm telling myself what I'd like to hear [Pre-Chorus] Am9 Tonight I hope I fall asleep D Before my hands do Am I might come close to drifting off D But I don't plan to [Chorus] G I'm viciously lonely Lost respect Am My best friend is the crick in my neck G Sit back and stone me Toss your rocks Am Am9 Pretty good aim if you count head shots [Solo] Gmaj7 Am9 Gmaj7 Am9 Cm Bm Am D#maj7 Cm Bm Am D D [Bridge] G I tend to spend a couple hours a day Am Waiting by the phone hoping there's nothing to say Bm Bbm Am But I've got the feeling that my wake up call is on its way G But as my youth begins to expire Am I'll slowly put a little less wood on the fire Bm Bbm But maybe it'll turn like a roll of old film Am Or a bottle of wine D7 That's been waiting to spill [Chorus 2] G Viciously lonely Tossed around Am Most these days I'm stuck in town Gmaj7 So come on and show me Lay it down Am Put the band in the deep-end Am9 And try to get loud G Am G Am G Am G Am [Outro] Am D And all the flags are halfway down the poles Am D So why are dogs still barking at the fireworks show
My new house sits upon the clouds Right next door is the lost and found Picking fights with the ghost down stairs Turn off the lights and plug my ears The trees are killing off in a lovely kind of way And of course I'm pleading from the porch just stay Maybe the winter will cut me some slack this year Maybe I'm telling myself what I'd like to hear Tonight I hope I fall asleep Before my hands do I might come close to drifting off But I don't plan to I'm viciously lonely Lost respect My best friend is the crick in my neck Sit back and stone me Toss your rocks Pretty good aim if you count head shots I tend to spend a couple hours a day Waiting by the phone hoping there's nothing to say But I've got the feeling that my wake up call is on its way But as my youth begins to expire I'll slowly put a little less wood on the fire But maybe it'll turn like a roll of old film Or a bottle of wine That's been waiting to spill Viciously lonely Tossed around Most these days I'm stuck in town So come on and show me Lay it down Put the band in the deep-end And try to get loud And all the flags are halfway down the poles So why are dogs still barking at the fireworks show
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