Intro: Dm C

Dm
Talkin' up the walls
Good thing they talk right back to me
       C
Oh, if I could go and tear them down
I'd have some place to sleep
          Dm
When that voice starts getting angry
I go ahead and roll my sleeves
         C
I can't run from myself
But we can take this to the street
             Dm             C
When you're 'round, 'round

     Dm
And I'll resort to violence
One on one against my head
         C
We'll go back and forth for hours
Just like willows in the wind
        Dm
Pour us two drinks of Abita
Make up with my will
        C
Let you walk me back to that feeling
That we know too damn well

             Dm             C
When you're 'round, 'round
                Dm               C
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round

Dm
Go send me with the breeze
Oh, my mind's still in that rut
G
I'm sur'rounded by my friends
But I can't count myself as one
Dm
"Oh, you're walking through a dream"
"No just hiding in my head"
G
What would you do instead?
Dm
Offer up my virtue
Stitch this shame into my cords

    C
Oh, why would I ever need someone?
We're all terrified of loss
      Dm
I go out and watch over
All that we could see
          C
Well, I'm drunk on being sober
Life's been nice to me
             Dm             C
When you're 'round, 'round
                 Dm             C
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
                 Dm             C
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
                 Dm             C
Oh, when you're 'round, 'round
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