Right (I figured out how it's on it)

Right this way (it goes)

Right

Rights this way (my death)

(Girl, I really don't think you should take that) (Josh Dun)

D                                   G
 A little softer than I used to be, (right..)

Used to mouth off often with artillery
     D
Now, it is cough drops and soft spots in a middle seat
G
Right this way

Chivalry
D                                     G
 A tighter space than I used to know, (right)

Spread out wide, no more

Pinch my shoulders close
A
Hoping they misplace my reservation
G
Right this way. Okay, okay
Bb
 "I thought you had it figured it out" I know, I know

"You said you made it to the top" I lied, I lied
Dm                                  C
 So tell us, how did you make out alright?

[Refrão]

    Dm                    Bb
Well, I pull on my shirtsleeve
                     F
To cover half of my hands
                           Gm
Bring my arms closer to my body

Get as small as I can
Dm
 They call it "center mass"
Bb
 That part they aim for

F
Shrink it down to nothing
        Gm
And forgetting what the pain's for
Dm                   Bb
I pull on my shirtsleeve
                     F
To cover half of my face
                           Gm
Bring my arms closer to my body
                     F
Get as small as they say

They call it "center mass"

That part they aim for for, for, for

[Segunda Parte]

Am
 Right this way if you're frustrated
D
 Your first mate in the fifth grade
              Am
Tried to persuade, try it once, he was shown on the bus
G
Right this way, Chains up my huff
Am                              D
 Anxious enough as it is, gotta walk
                                         Am
Never looking up once at the kids in the park

What a day. Getting dark. What a day!
G
Right this way. Okay, okay
Bbm
 "I thought you had it figured it out" I know, I know
Bb
 "You said you made it to the top" I lied, I lied
Dm                                  Cm
 So, tell us, how did you make out alright?

[Refrão]

    Dm                    Bb
Well, I pull on my shirt sleeve
                    F
To cover half of my hands
                            Gm
Bring my arms closer to my body
Get as small as I can
Dm
 They call it "center mass"
Bb
 That part they aim for
F
Shrink it down to nothing

        Gm
And forgetting what the pain's for
Dm                   Bb
 I pull on my shirt sleeve
                    F
To cover half of my face
                           Gm
Bring my arms closer to my body

Get as small as they say
Dm
 They call it "center mass"
Bb
 That part they aim for
F
Shrink it down to nothing
        Gm
And forgetting what the pain’s for
Dm                    F  Gm  Dm  Bb  F  Gm
   That part they aim for

[Post-Refrão]

Dm
 Found out what I'm worth
Bb
 I run to you
F
 I hope you understand
Gm
 This run-on sentence
Dm                   Bb
 My tattoos only hurt  when meaning fades
F                         Gm
 I think my skin got worse with good intentions
Dm
I don't wanna say what happened
Bb
 I just wanna let it go
F
 Nothing was the same right after
Gm
 I went to the funeral
Dm
 I miss you so, so much
Bb
 Take what you want
F
 Take what you want from me
Gm
 Took you for granted

[Final] Dm  Bb  Dm  Bb

Dm
 They call it "center mass"

Bb
 That part they aim for
Dm  Bb
       That part they aim for
Dm  Bb
       That part they aim for
Dm  Bb
   That part they aim for