B                     D#m
How did I end up this way?
C#m         E
Okay, okay, I'm good now

I barely move
B                    D#m
Golden crisp like an apple
            C#m
Memory in a capsule
                E
That one day in Seattle

My eyes big
B                 D#m
Blushing red like rosacea
                  C#m
I'll do it if you say so
                 E                       N.C.
Looking up at my pillow
       B       D#m
I feel guilty, guilty
    C#m
The streets are made for me
    E
You feel me, you feel me


[Interlude]
E  A


E                            A
Pickup basketball in the summer
E                            A
Pickup basketball in the summer
E                                   A
My heart hurts, it stops and it flutters
                   E
Rollercoaster December
                  A
Do my best to recover
           E
I'm so sorry
E       B
Guilty, guilty
    A
The streets are made for me
    Am
You feel me, you feel me