Dear And The Headlights – Talk About chords
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------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TALK ABOUT - Dear and the Headlights ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by:HoldMeLoveMe Tuning:Standard-- Capo on 6th FretIntro/Riffe|------------|----------|-----------|----------|B|------------|----------|-----------|----------|G|------------|----------|-----------|----------|D|------2/----|----------|------0----|----------|A|----0-------|----------|----2------|----------|E|--1---------|----------|--3--------|----------|C You're like a constant crowding consonantEmI'm a claustrophobic; I, I saidDmWe're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifferenceGThank God your words have come to rescue me from my sentenceCYou're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floorEmYou're the eulogy I can't avoid anymoreDmThat tumor in my side celebrating malignance:G"Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents"*Riff* You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling *Riff continued* I'm a passed out priest in an AA meetingCAnd they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decisionCI've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my visionDmYou're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinnerGFrom the friendly registered sex offenderCAll equipped with a mustache and a windowless vanDm You're telling me how much you've changedGI'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come inCI'm like your neighbor's hands on your father's throat:Em"Sweetie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults"DmSo adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denimGEach tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendumCYou say I'm your backpack caught on a chain link fenceEmBut dear I'm a thank you card in the future tenseDmI'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papersGI'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors*Riff* You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling *Riff continued* Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaningCYou keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleepsCMy eyes, they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"DmAnd I would walk you home if I could find my crutchesGProbably listen more if you didn't talk so muchCWhy don't you show yourself outDm G How can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! Alright!DmLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-daGLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)Dm You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feelingGYou're a phone call home after eight long seasonsDmThere's a mail order bride and a baby that's teethingGSaid the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leavingCI'm not certain it's the smog, more just the constant grievingCBut first you're dropping off the kid, sticking me with the feedingDmI said, oh God damn it you're so meanGYou say I'll lose the Christian crowd if I say things like theseCBut I've already lost them, I couldn't care lessDmI guess my path, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow bestGI guess that's itOutro: C Em D# Dm G (Repeat, end on C)