Apple

B (Palm mute) B D#m How did I end up this way? C#m E Okay, okay, I'm good now I barely move B D#m Golden crisp like an apple C#m Memory in a capsule E That one day in Seattle My eyes big B D#m Blushing red like rosacea C#m I'll do it if you say so E N.C. Looking up at my pillow B D#m I feel guilty, guilty C#m The streets are made for me E You feel me, you feel me E A E A Pickup basketball in the summer E A Pickup basketball in the summer E A My heart hurts, it stops and it flutters E Rollercoaster December A Do my best to recover E I'm so sorry E B Guilty, guilty A The streets are made for me Am You feel me, you feel me (Credits to the dudes on chordify !)