Fuck Everything

D Bm baby, don't you worry so much G A Bm D cause under our clothes, we're wild still Bm and, yeah, I think of breaking up G A Bm as the fall and your hair are getting long G you tell me it's over your shoulders now Em over the phone Bm G and it's hard 'cause I've never seen it that long D hell, I can't even picture where you're living now Bm G so I build these stupid crushes on D all the pretty girls here Bm and I sing songs like G A D Bm "tonight I'm throwing gasoline on an old flame" G 'cause in the cold A D everything dies G everything dies in the winter D Bm everything dies in the winter months G everything dies in the winter D everything dies in the winter months so what? Bm let's not worry so much G A Bm D 'cause under our clothes we're wild still Bm and, yeah, I think of breaking up G A with the winter coming on D G A I'm just looking for a hand to warm mine D Bm oh oh, oh fire G A with the winter coming on D A G I'm just looking for a hand to warm