Presumably Dead Arm

G
just to start this off,
                           C
this isn’t the start of anything,
                       D
just a song that i can sing to you
      G
we’re standing in a graveyard,

a presumably dead arm
                   C
popped through the grass,
        D
and who doesn’t talk about that

G
honey, you are nothing to me

but alcohol and dopamine
    Am
i’m dying on the sofa
      D
and i barely know the time

G
and like an old man, say i reckon,

i love you for a millisecond,
    Am
but i don’t wear a watch or rolex
       C                 Am            D
and my brain’s a toddler rollerskating down a hill,

  D
i took a spill
               G
and ran into a tree,
             A
and suffered minor injuries

C
honey, you are nothing to me,
  D                                 G
i don’t call people anything that’s thought to be so sweet

but i’m just being bitchy,
                                  C
cause every everyone skipped over me
                     D
on our twilight hour meet and greet,
G
one coffee table theater scene,
                                     Am
one disregard the soaring chick back there in corner three,
           C                D
i’d rather let the poor kid sleep

          G
but he’s tripping balls, he’s tripping testes,

LSD, post- wisdom teeth,
   C                             D
he got lost in the shower and he barely knows the hour

  G
I wanna know your passwords

Without changing them in preferences
    C                                      D
and all the childhood streets and deceased pets that they're referencing

    Am
and in the box i’ll type,
     D
i’ll know all the numbers to try,
  G                              A
i wanna know the lyrics that you think of when you’re high

      C                                   D
cause i’m in love with strangers who I’ve never even seen
             Bm                                   Em
in love with weird cut bangs and sweaters swaying kind of awkwardly
    Am                                      D
and i’m in love with fresh air friends from overheated houses
       Bm                        Em
till I uber up a giant park and dump my body in my dorm bed

Am                            D
honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything
       B                Em
that’s thought to be so sweet
    C                   D                     G
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems.

and all these pretend spouses are a happy storybook,
        C                Am      D
that’ll turn to stark nonfiction in the time it took
          G
for me to notice that I’m old, which means I’ll be 30 and happy
       C              Am          D
likely married to personified business casual khakis

    Am                          D
and i’ll forget about it when i wake up late and stupid
  Bm                            Em
i tried to tell the uber driver till he tried to hit it
  C                                 D
i tried to tell myself because i’ve come this far along
  Bm                          Em
carrying my zombie arm to the fifteenth grade prom

C                              D
honey you are nothing to me i don’t call people anything
      B                Em
thats thought to be so sweet
    C                 D                             G    A
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems
    C                 D                             G    C
the speech is coming back with a vengeance it seems