Deep Sea Diver

Am Cm G Hands were shaking I was scared to death, D Skin was clammy I was short of breath, Am Shirt smelled like all my regrets, C Shouldn’t have had that seventh cigarette, G It’s a job seven days a week, D To make things harder than they have to be, Am Making drama, my new nicotine, C Sick and tired of this old routine G D It’s enough, the joke, that I, don’t get Am C I’m a deep sea diver, holding my breath Em But it’s plain, to see, D If you, know me, Am I’m a deep sea diver, Cm G And I’m in, too deep G Met a kid down in bowling green D Of course he tried to sell me ketamine, Am Didn’t tell him it was not my scene, C And promised him I’d try it next week, G Why are we scared to say what’s on our minds?, D Through a rejection and some selfish pride, Am Make things harder than they have to be, C Easier said than done for me, G D It’s enough, the joke, that I, don’t get Am Cm I’m a deep sea diver, holding my breath Em But it’s plain, to see, D If you, know me, Am I’m a deep sea diver, Cm And I’m in, too deep, G D Am7 C Em D It’s enough, the joke, that I, don’t get Am Cm I’m a deep sea diver, don’t know how to swim, Em But it’s plain, to see, D If you, know me, Am I’m a deep sea diver, Cm G And I’m in, too deep