Intr (x4): D D A

Verse:
          D                 D
Well, the sun was made for people
          A
Who were never gonna touch it
           D               D    A
Keep their heads up anyway
        D                      D
And my notebook’s filled with stories
         A
Some of them have kept their meanings
        D                  D    A
Most of them, I’ve thrown away
        D                     D
And my phone calls with the stranger
        A
And we have nothing in common
       D               D    A
And I have nothing to say
   D                 D
Fingertips find the pulse now
      A
As a heart begins to slow down
      D                   D    A
And a best friend slips away

Chorus:
               B5
It used to go question and then answer
             D
But we were younger and it was easy
                 A
And now it goes question and then question
           E
Question, answers don’t come so easy
            B5
But I am a grown-up, so I should find something
    D
To occupy my time
            A
Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense
             E                              D    D     A
Looking for answers I’ll never find, I’ll never find
       D      D   A
Never find

Verse:
              D                  D
Sometimes you talk when you are sleeping
       A
About things that have no meaning
       D            D   A
But I listen anyway
             D              D
I have been thinking about leaving
             A
But my best options say to stay
             D                 D
I think I’ll lay down in the street
             A
And let the cars drag me away
                 D                   D
“You know what I mean?” I think you ask me
                   A
When you’re done telling me your story
          D                       D
But I am drunk and I have been ignoring
       A
Every single word you say
            D              D
And now you show me new tattoos
       A
As my fingers touch your skin
             D                 D
You say they all have so much meaning
               A
While colored ink is sinking in

Chorus:
               B5
It used to go question and then answer
             D
But we were younger and it was easy
                 A
And now it goes question and then question
           E
Question, answers don’t come so easy
            B5
But I am a grown-up, so I should find something
    D
To occupy my time
            A
Instead of notebooks filled with nonsense
             E                              D    D     A
Looking for answers I’ll never find, I’ll never find
            D      D   A
I'll never find
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