Tom: E
A
I want to be fearing something
E
I want to be steering something
A
I want to be hearing something
E
In my car
A
I want to be losing something
E
I want to be confusing something
A
I want to be using something
E A
In my heart
E Abm A
Yeah, in my heart
B E
But I just wait until the van
A
Pulls up to take me away
E
To that toilet bowl of sin
A
But here I’m turning twenty-seven soon
I never thought I’d still be
E Dbm
Shooting for the man on the moon
E
My eyes will never look so blue
A E A E
Without you, I’d be through
A
I could always ruin something
E
If you’d ever give my phone a ring
A E
At least I still think I can sing alright
A
So obsessed with what I seek
E
That you’re losing out on the weeks
A E Abm A
Guess I’m still figuring out who I like
A E Abm A
Oh, who I like
B E
I’ve been losing a friend a week
A E
Trying to make a martyr out of me
A
But here I’m turning twenty-seven soon
I never thought I’d still be
E Dbm
Shooting for the man on the moon
E
My eyes will never look so blue
A E
Without you, I’d be through
A
Yeah, I'd be through
E
Well, I'd be through
A
Yeah, I'd be through
E
Well, I'd be through
A
Yeah, I'd be through
E
Well, I'd be through
A
Yeah, I'd be through
E
Well, I'd be through
A
Yeah, I'd be through
E
Well, I'd be through
