Tom: Bb
Introdução: G C
G C
12:03 PM on a Sunday morning,
G
I'm waiting on this girl to call me.
C
I'm learning to roll cones a little better.
C
Everything today will have a pineapple back.
G
And I've made a lot of miles this year
C G
But the miles don't mean much when they
C
always cycle me back to you.
C
Always tethered like a toy to your finger.
C
You walk me like a dog and I'm sick of rolling over.
Am C/B
Now I'm swinging broad and wide and random,
C
Whatever direction takes me away from you,
G D
That's the direction
Em
I wanna head in.
Am
Limited range to haunt
C/B C
Thankful for the friends I've got
G C
I want what I want, not what you've got to give to me,
G
Well maybe that's naivety, but as long as I'm still breathing
C
I prefer to live a little bit reckless.
C
Whatever takes the edge off and alleviates the swelling.
G C
Well you only ever really know you're living
G
You're totally sure that you're dying.
C
Maybe we get where we wanna go. I don't know. Fuck it.
C
Maybe the earth opens up and swallows us whole
Am
Well if I got a leg to stand on then I'm pretty sure
C/B C
That I can work myself up into a run.
G D Em
And I'll keep heading your direction.
Am
Limited range to haunt
C/B C
Thankful for the friends I've got
G C
G
Am C/B
Sometimes you gotta get a little high to get some new perspective.
C
If there's a chance I could share the view with you.
G D Em
And I keep waiting for you to call.
Am
Limited range to haunt
C/B C
Thankful for the friends I've got
G D Em