[Intro]  A  Dbm  Gbm  Dbm

 A             Dbm
She don't hit me up anymore, no

          Gbm                    Dbm
Things that were fun just ain't fun anymore, no

       A                Dbm
Six in the morning I know I should go    home

 Gbm        Dbm
But I, uh-huh
A                         Dbm
  High as fuck and the clock's screaming   tick-tock

         Gbm
Girls in the suburbs singing Smiths songs

A
I know that it's wrong

                Dbm     Gbm
I don't know what I'm doin,    but

Dbm             Bm            A    Bm
   Maybe one day it'll all make sense, oh-oh

Bm                     D      A  Dbm
   Maybe one day it'll all make sense, oh-oh

E                          A
   Maybe one day it'll all make sense

Gbm                Bm
 But I just don't know when

Dbm      Gbm           A
 And it feels like the end

  Gbm
And all of my friends

Dbm
 Said

Bm      A                 Dbm
 That I should get my mind off of the wrong things

           Gbm           E
I should probably tear off all my heart strings

 Dbm                A   Dbm   Gbm Dbm
You   can't pull them no more, no 

 E   Dbm          A
Can I pass out on your  floor

   Dbm                Gbm
Can I have a little more so I can

 Dbm    E            A
Hear you babble on some more   about him

Dbm   Gbm     Dbm
 About   him, yeah

E       A                   Dbm
 I got a little water bottle full of whiskey

           Dbm
Oh, you lookin pretty like a model you should kiss me

    A                  Dbm
You so cool with your drugs and your ripped jeans

     Gbm            Dbm        A Dbm   Gbm
I'm with you, but you ain't with me, no,    no

E          A
Maybe one day it'll all make sense

   Gbm            Bm
But I just don't know when

D     Gbm            Dbm
 And it feels like the end

  E      Bm      A  Bm
And all of my friends,    said

D                        Dbm
  That I should get my mind off of the wrong things

Bm
I should probably tear off all my heart strings

     D             Dbm
You can't  pull them no more

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