Self-Proclaimed Pin-Up
- Weston Bookhouse
Key: G G ·
Orig: G ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Capo 1
Intro
C G D Em
C G D
C G D Em
C G D
Verse
C G D Em
Oh static, humming out the VHS
C G D Em
Imperfection, perfectly radiating
C G D Em
Oh neglection, she's five-foot-four in sunday best
C G D Em
But lady, texture is the news of my sedation
Instr
C G D Em
C G D
Chorus
C G
Bet you're just like me, bottom dollar on it
D Em
Bet she gave you everything that you ever wanted,
C G D
Changing no time soon, but you're trying to,
Em (N.C.)
Trying so hard to get far away from you
C G D Em
Get off the throne, let the fucking band play
C G D Em
I know it's hard but when someone else has the stage,
C G D Em
Get your shirt on and pucker your lips, some guys like the chase
C G D Em
and I don't know what to think of us these days
C G D Em
Go home, turn the record over, switch it out
C G D Em
Tell me something I didn't hear at the bar,
C G D Em
Help me remember the night, these girls try to forget
C G D Em
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen
C G
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen
D Em
Here I am surprised at how it is with everything
C G
Twenty three, your version of a teenage drama queen
D Em (single)
Your biggest dream neglection, you left this blood on the scene
Instr
C G D Em
C G D
Verse 3
C G
And you'll see
D Em
A different side of me
C G D
A blistered skin crumbling off
C G
And pulsing through my veins,
D Em
I'm oiling the grinded gears,
C G D
Slicing pillars to find the name
Bridge
Em A Em A
Em A Em A A
C G
Will we come around,
D Em
Strip ourselves to flesh,
C G D
This proves I have no idea what he says here
Chorus
C G D Em
Get off the throne, let the fucking band play
C G D Em
I know it's hard but when someone else has the stage,
C G D Em
Get your shirt on and pucker your lips, some guys like the chase
C G D Em
and I don't know what to think of us these days
C G D Em
Go home, turn the record over, switch it out
C G D Em
Tell me something I didn't hear at the bar,
C G D Em
Help me remember the night, these girls try to forget
C G D Em
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen
C G D Em
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen
C G D Em
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen
C G D Em
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen
C G D G (let it ring)
Isn't what I made her out to be at seventeen











