The Smith Street Band - 25 Chords
C# = [x 4 6 6 x x]
Dbsus4 = [x 4 4 6 x x]
Db(omit 5) = [x 4 3 6 x x]
Absus4 = [4 6 x 6 x x]
F# = [2 4 4 3 x x]
G# = [4 6 6 x x x]
Db = [x 4 6 6 6 x]
Gb = [x 9 11 11 11 x]
[Verse 1]
C# Dbsus4
It was so cold in the top room
Db Absus4
But I didn't wanna risk waking you
C# Dbsus4
So I let it sit in my feet and my fingers
Db Absus4
With everything I burn the dull ache it lingers
C# Dbsus4
And I don't know if I'll be able to complete
Db Absus4
What other people do each day without noticing
C# Dbsus4
And I don't know if I'll be able to compete
Db Absus4
With when I feel these days about almost everything
[Hook]
F#
One bad week for a life of breathing
G#
A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping
Bb
I wanna feel it now
C#
Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out
[Chorus]
F# C#
I am someone in your passenger seat
G# F#
I'm your punching bag
C#
I will let you kick the shit outta me
G# F#
And I'll hold your hand
C#
I'll be whatever you tell me to be
G# F#
And I'll understand
[Verse 2]
C# Dbsus4
Breathing out cold air in my own house
Db Absus4
And wondering why I couldn't afford a solution to that by now
C# Dbsus4
And I'm sure everything seems romantic
Db Absus4
In reality it's uncomfortable to deal with
[Verse 3]
C# Dbsus4
Falling asleep every other afternoon
Db Absus4
To the sound of being alone
C# Dbsus4
And having nothing to do
Db Absus4
And I'm sure moving in
C# Dbsus4
Straight away made you feel safe
Db Absus4
But it probably wasn't great for my mental state
[Hook]
F#
And one bad week for a life of breathing
G#
A few nights lay awake for an eternity of sleeping
Bb
I wanna feel it now
C#
Cough me in, breathe me in and spit me out
[Chorus]
F# C#
I am someone in your passenger seat
G# F#
I'm your punching bag
C#
I will let you kick the shit outta me
G# F#
And I'll hold your hand
C#
I'll be whatever you tell me to be
G# F#
And I'll understand
[Bridge]
Db Gb Db Gb
If I can't see a future for you without evil
Db Gb Db Gb
A future for me without you will, only make it better
Db Gb Db Gb
So I start hoping, that I stop smoking
Db
Because the ducks are in a row and
Gb Db Gb
This is my best chance to get my shit together
[Verse 4]
Db Gb Db Gb
When I turned 25 I was terrified
Db
Still haven't learnt to do the dishes
Gb Db Gb
My mum was my age when I became alive
Db Gb Db Gb
So I stopped hoping and I quit smoking
Db
Because the writing's on the wall
Gb
And it's been there for a while
Db Gb
And it sure is nice to remember things yeah
[Chorus]
F# C#
I am someone in your passenger seat
G# F#
I'm your punching bag
C#
I will let you kick the shit outta me
G# F#
And I'll hold your hand
C#
I'll be whatever you tell me to be
G# F#
And I'll understand