F       133211
Fm      133111
D       xx0232
D*      xx0233
G       320003
Asus2   x02200
Am      x02210
C/B     x20010

[Intro]
C  C*  Am/C    C7
F  Fm  F       D       D*
F  G   C       C/B     Asus2   Am
F  G   C

[Verse 1]
C                C*                               
Lying back, surrounded by cough medicines gargles 
Am/C         C7
and pills
F                                   Fm           
Sailing shoes wound up tight, looking for the next 
F               D  D*
cheap brush
C                       C*                  Am/C   C7
Daydreaming in the van, the best that I can do,
      F                       Fm                     
And today I made lurv with you so pornographic, just 
     F         D  D*
made me blush
            F                          G      
What's wrong with this painting, it ain't the 
                         C  C/B  Asus2  Am
plagiarism or the framing
F                          G           C
What I do to be making toast with you

[Verse 2]
C                 C*                     Am/C         
Ten minutes to go until I get that, that call again
C7

F                                             Fm     
Wet towel in the corner like a dead cat soaking up 
     F               D  D*
the old blood stains
C                  C*                                
Hung my shirt out, but there's no way to give it the 
                 Am/C   C7
kiss of life and I,
            F                                Fm      
Wonder just how is it now everything fits you so god 
        F         D  D*
damn fucking right
            F                                G         
What's wrong with this picture even when I throw up now
           C  C/B  Asus2  Am
 I miss ya
F                          G              C
What I'd do to be making toast with you

[Interlude]
F      Fm                F        Fm                 
Got a photo of ya now, propped up on the bottle with 
             C    C* Am/C    C7
a tv guide
F                Fm                     F            
Like every day dream I've had, you know the ones they
                Fm             D  G
 never come at the right time

[Verse 3]
C                C*                               
You know my old man used to do a whole lot of 
Am/C         C7
traveling too
F                                   Fm           F   
And sometimes I wonder if this ain't what my life has
            D  D*
 come to
C                                    C*           
A mid morning malaise and an instant sachet to make 
                             Am/C   C7
your brain turn to chicken feed
            F                                   Fm   
Well it's a privileged life I guess but to hell this 
                        F             D  D*
pillow it ain't got the curves I need
            F                          G               
What's wrong with this lithograph, get this kid to the 
                        C  C/B  Asus2  Am
airport and make it fast

[Outro]
F                             G
What I'd do to be grinding beans
F                             G
What I'd do to be down on my knees
F                             G           C    C*   
What I'd do to be making toast with you
Am/C

C7                    F
And you know how I like it
G                 C
Burnt, and hot.