Verse 1: Dbm Why am I here? Could you come instead? A I’m ten good miles, out of my depth E Some more fake smiles, I’ll just nod my head B For one small glimpse of your breath Dbm Stained shirts and cigarettes A I failed again, tried my best E Forget my fears, ignore all my frets B Just lay your mind on my chest Chorus: Dbm E B You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight Dbm I hate what you’re doing B I hate that it feels so right Dbm E You sure we’re out of their sight? B They’re staring through the car lights Dbm I hate what you’re doing B I hate that it feels so... Verse 2: Dbm But I’m in your garden again until it’s 4 A Convеrsations have started, what could this be? E Don’t you bе so startled that I wanted more B I could answer your troubles if you let me in Dbm I’d stay out here for longer but it’s just too cold A And with nowhere to hide us, it won’t come true E A call for the finish before we get old B And you sicken the tone with where you’ve been Chorus: Dbm E B You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight Dbm I hate what you’re doing B I hate that it feels so right Dbm E You sure we’re out of their sight? B They’re staring through the car lights Dbm I hate what you’re doing B I hate that it feels so right Bridge: Dbm I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from E I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well B I feel like I’m falling for someone Dbm B I feel like I’m falling for someone Dbm I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from E I’m not scared there’s nothing to run from well B I feel like I’m falling for someone Dbm B I feel like I’m falling for someone else Dbm E B You can hold my hand in a crowded place But just hold me close Dbm B And hope that they don’t see my face Dbm Why don’t you come right here? E B Let’s see how you taste Then just hold me close Dbm B And hope that they don’t see my face Chorus: Dbm E B You seem like that kind of guy to play me tonight Dbm I hate what you’re doing B I hate that it feels so right Dbm You sure we’re out of their sight? E B They’re staring through the car lights Dbm I hate what you’re doing B I hate that it feels so...
