Verse 1:
     Bb
Well I might know a little more than you
       Eb
About girls and curls and the weight of the world
       Eb                     Bb
But I don't know quite what to do
       Eb                     Bb
And I can't stop thinking of you

 Bb
You might know a little more than me
       Eb
About stars and guitars and making ends meet
          Eb                       Bb
But you don't know what to make of me
    Eb                  F                  Bb
I know that you don't know what to make of me

Chorus:
          Eb           F                      Gm
Well I thought I was immune to this kind of pining
         Eb              F                Bb
But it lends itself too well to aimless driving

Post-chorus:
       Bb              Eb
As I make my way to Georgia
               Eb            Bb
I'll leave a candle burning for you
      Eb               F                   Gm
And wonder if you're wishing you were the flame
      Eb            F                           Bb
And wonder if your lips are in the shape of my name

Verse 2:
 Bb
You might know that I'm a bit obsessed
            Eb
With your dirty blonde shag and the way that you dress
    Bb
I wanna just crawl around in your lifе
        Eb                                       Bb Bb Eb Bb
Maybe share a cocoon one day we could fly, fly, fly

Chorus:
          Eb           F                      Gm
Well I thought I was immune to this kind of pining
          Eb           F                  Bb
But it lends itself too well to aimless driving

Post-chorus:
       Bb            Eb
As I make my way to New York City
       Eb                        Bb
I'll think of the way that you called yourself pretty
      Eb               F                    Gm
And wonder what kinda word you might use for me
      Eb             F                         Bb
And know deep in my heart that we could never be
        Eb                   F                  Gm
'Cuz I know that you don't know what to make of me
    Eb                 F                   Bb
I know that you don't know what to make of me

Interlude:
   Bb Eb Bb Bb
   Bb Eb Bb F Bb

Verse 3:
      Bb
As I make my way back to la
   Eb
I get a little drunk at the end of the day
     Eb                     F                 Bb
And tell my friends that you're too blind to see
      Cm         F                          Bb F Eb Bb
The xxxxxxx miracle that I done made of to me

Outro:
        Eb               F                       Gm
Well I know deep in my heart you're too blind to see
      Eb         F                  Bb Bb  Bb Eb Bb
The xxxxxxx miracle I done made of me
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