Flowers For My Brain

A E We're just whistling past the graveyard A Laughing in backseats and restaurants E Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Bm Floating down from all my mixed up meditations E Trying to straighten out my spine F#min It's been folding in the moments that I need it D I'm obsessing over finish lines Bm Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me E Said I remind you of a joke F#min I think you might actually me on to something D E There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously A,E 2x A E We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane A But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain E And I still pull my hands past your ribcage Bm E Hoping my movements might find their place at your side Bm E For as long as you'd like A And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed E A Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress E Glowing in radiant madness Bm Certain of all we're become Bm, E 4x Bm E Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds F#min D Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind Bm E Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt F#min D Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (2x) A E We're just whistling past the graveyard