May 21 2012

C I can love you, or better yet Am I can leave you alone F C Leave my phone, untouched like, say I don't know C Am And if I try hard, and if I sing those songs, yeahh F C Would you notice thats what I want, well I don't know Am F C G Am F C G But its glamourous for days, and I've picked up all those sayings Am F C G And them troubled feelings and parts Am F C G Now you know how little my songs are C I can love you, or better yet Am I can leave you alone F C Throw out my phone, and let heat throw, and just fly home Am F C G Am F C G And its glamourous for days, and I've picked up all those sayings Am F C G And them troubled feelings and parts Am F C G Now you know how little my songs are F C F And woahh fate, I got it on the paint, comin up your street C G When the northern lights light endlessly F C F Woah fate, between you and me, comin up your street C G Am F C G Am F C G In south Kensingtown, like endlessly, almost endlessly Am F C G Am F C G C I can love you, or better yet Am I can leave you alone