Andy

A G D Bm D A G F#m Bm7 D Andy is an ass man not a titty man, he's pretty man. A G D Bm He opens up his sketchbook and he shows me pretty pictures: D Pretty girls in bathing suits and boarding schools and no more rules. A G F#m Bm D When Andy lights a cigarette, on top of it all, I'm thinking about the balcony and how she kissed me, she is now a part of me. A G D A G D Bm D Andy's mom and dad split up, he saw her talking to another guy, it was so wrong, he told his dad, it was so wrong. A G D Bm7 D He lives out in Wildwood and takes the train to school, he's super cool. A G F#m7 F#m Bm7 D I'm strung out on Adderall and Warhol superstars and melted forty-fives. A G F#m Bm I'm sitting on the bench outside while sweaty students try to kiss me, D standing like a deer in headlights A not participating. A G D (4x) A G D Just 'cause I'm not bored of you in fifteen minutes Bm D doesn't mean it's love. A G F#m7 F#m Bm Dmaj7 D Gestures in material things apologize for not being enough. A You can't change, G F#m Bm D your heavy grip is crushing everything, a bull in a china shop. A G F#m Bm You told me you were just to drunk, too stupid high, too damn depressed, D you fucked her because you missed me, I'm devoting all my time to fix you. A G D You knew what you were doing all along. A G D