Hard Feelings

Tom : C#m
B
Please could you be tender
E
And I will sit close to you
G#m E
Let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through
B
Guess this is the winter
E
Our bodies are young and blue
G#m E
I’m at Jungle City, it’s late and this song is for you
B
Cause I remember the rush, when forever was us
E
Before all of the winds of regret and mistrust
G#m
Now we sit in your car and our love is a ghost
E
Well I guess I should go
Yeah I guess I should go
B C#m G#m
Hard feelings—
B E
These are what they call hard feelings of love
G#m E
When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold
B E
Alone with the hard feelings of love
G#m E
God I wish I believed ya when you told me this was my home
B
I light all the candles
E
Cut flowers for all my rooms
G#m E
I care for myself the way I used to care about you
B
These days, we kiss and we keep busy
The waves come after midnight
E
I call from underwater
G#m
Why even try to get right?
When you’ve outgrown a lover
The whole world knows but you
E
It’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon
B C#m G#m
Hard feelings—
B E
These are what they call hard feelings of love
G#m E
When the sweet words and fevers all leave us right here in the cold
B E
Alone with the hard feelings of love
G#m E
God I wish I believed ya when you told me this was my home
B E
Three years, loved you every single day, made me weak, it was real for me, yup, real for me
B G#m C#m B E
Now I'll fake it every single day 'til I don’t need fantasy, 'til I feel you leave
B E
But I still remember everything, how we’d drift buying groceries, how you’d dance for me
G#m E
I’ll start letting go of little things 'til I’m so far away from you, far away from you, yeah
Loveless
“What is this tape?”
“This is my favorite tape”

[Refrão]
E C#m
Bet you wanna rip my heart out
A
Bet you wanna skip my calls now
E
Well guess what? I like that
C#m
‘Cause I’m gonna mess your life up
A
Gonna wanna tape my mouth shut
E
Look out, lovers

[Próxima Parte]
E
We’re L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S
C#m
Generation
A E
L.O.V.E.L.E.S.S
Generation
C#m
All fuckin' with our lover’s heads
A B
Generation

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