The Grind

C Am Em Am C Am Em Am C Am I was livin' in color Em Am G HD flat screen, reclined, comfort and leather E Am But the picture got dimmer F This year I could swear, The water tasted way worse Dm And I feel sick, The water tasted way worse C Am I was living all over Em Am Point at a place on a map G I was down to go there Gm# Am But if I'm being honest F I could feel The paper, dulling up that shine Dm I could hear, the friction G I could feel, the grind F D Cause we're falling out of G E Love Am Dm Love G E Love F D We're falling out of G E Love Am Dm Love G E Love C Am Em Am C Am Em Am C Am You were sporting some leather Em Am Over Meat is Murder G It doens't get better, no! Gm# Am F Irony like that is reserved for the TV Fm For the TV Dm Are you on the TV? No! G So take that shit away from me C Am You're hungover Em Am Been up all night, no light G Is this your infinite summer? Em Am Dressed up like a king F I feel resentment Fm Boiling in my blood, Dm I think it's time G That we give, this shit up F D Cause we're falling out of G E Love Am Dm Love G E Love F D We're falling out of G E Love Am Dm Love G E Love C Am F G C Am F C Am F G C Am F F D Cause we're falling out of G E Love Am Dm Love G E Love F D Cause we're falling out of G E Love Am Dm Love G E Love C G