Mothé

Old Friend

Mothé


Tom: C

C Em F (×2)


[Verse 1]

C                            Em          F
I'm thinking 'bout you in the front porch light
C                          Em       F
zipped up my coat before we went outside
G              Am            C      F
you chased your breath in the foggy night
G           Am                 C       F
sometimes we still talk but you seem so shy
C                              Em        F
so let's just act like we don't have the time
C                    Em   F
but I'd come over to apologize
G           Am        C       F
I'm in your city only for the night, we could
G         Am           C               F
go to that bar that you swear you don't like

[Chorus]
             C         Em  F
she calls me old friend
           C          Em F
I call her old friend
             C              Em       F
yeah she's my old friend and nothing more than that

C Em F (×2)

[Verse 2]

C                     Em        F
hey I just picked up a bottle of wine
C                            Em         F
I drink too much so could you help this time
G            Am              C    F
I'll split it with you in the moonlight
G       Am                  C          F
set out a towel and hope the bugs don't bite
C                         Em F C
I'll buy a house before I'm 25 if I get lucky
         Em      F
from the songs I write
G            Am               C   F
I think you'd look good by my fireside
        G           Am             C
we could talk in the morning if we time it
F
right

[Chorus]

            C           Em  F
she calls me old friend
          C           Em F
I call her old friend
             C              Em      F
yeah she's my old friend and nothing more than that

C Em F (×2)

[Verse 3]

C                                Em
but now I'm stumbling through the streets
 F
alone
C                          Em      F
I thought I'd hear from you weeks ago
G           Am                 C
I'll probably see you when you get back
F
home
       G            Am           C
haven't met your new boy, I bet I like him
F
though
C                    Em     F
I'm dry heaving in an empty bed
C                    Em         F
tied a rope to you and split the ends
G        Am                  C     F
I'll never have the chance to make amends 'cause
G          Am                C    F
I'll never be more than your old friend

[outro] (optional)

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