Dear And The Headlights – Talk About chords

                             TALK ABOUT - Dear and the Headlights
Tabbed by:HoldMeLoveMe

Tuning:Standard-- Capo on 6th Fret

C You're like a constant crowding consonant
EmI'm a claustrophobic; I, I said
DmWe're as comfortable as wool warming naked indifference
GThank God your words have come to rescue me from my sentence
CYou're like a two stepping tongue on a flesh dance floor
EmYou're the eulogy I can't avoid anymore
DmThat tumor in my side celebrating malignance:
G"Surprise! I'm moving in; I think I've grown on your parents"
*Riff* You want to talk about all the feeling I'm feeling *Riff continued* I'm a passed out priest in an AA meeting
CAnd they're checking my pulse, trying to make a decision
CI've got those rolled back eyes but nothing's clouding my vision
DmYou're like a knock at the door in the middle of dinner
GFrom the friendly registered sex offender
CAll equipped with a mustache and a windowless van
Dm You're telling me how much you've changed
GI'm trying to hide the crayons and no you can't come in
CI'm like your neighbor's hands on your father's throat:
Em"Sweetie, you go back inside, see this is just for adults"
DmSo adult is what we'll be, domestic violence in denim
GEach tumble down the stairs appeals your puff paint addendum
CYou say I'm your backpack caught on a chain link fence
EmBut dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense
DmI'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers
GI'd say I love you too but I'm all out of favors
*Riff* You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling *Riff continued* Like your chalkboard wrists but I don't tally the meaning
CYou keep forgetting the plot, let alone the long sleeps
CMy eyes, they only know three words and each is pronounced "Please!?"
DmAnd I would walk you home if I could find my crutches
GProbably listen more if you didn't talk so much
CWhy don't you show yourself out
Dm G How can you cry now, this whole thing's been such a drought! Alright!
DmLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-dee-da-da
GLa-dee-da-dee-da La-dee-da-dee-da (Repeat X4)
Dm You want to talk about all the feelings I'm feeling
GYou're a phone call home after eight long seasons
DmThere's a mail order bride and a baby that's teething
GSaid the smog, it hurts your eyes, so on the next train you're leaving
CI'm not certain it's the smog, more just the constant grieving
CBut first you're dropping off the kid, sticking me with the feeding
DmI said, oh God damn it you're so mean
GYou say I'll lose the Christian crowd if I say things like these
CBut I've already lost them, I couldn't care less
DmI guess my path, it just got wide, so I'll just wish you all my narrow best
GI guess that's it
Outro: C Em D# Dm G (Repeat, end on C)
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