Chorus: E I’m assuming we’re wounded together forever F# I want you to get better B F#/A# I’ll be your band-aid G#m F# I’ll be your band-aid E I’m assuming your bruises could mean you're into cruising F# And I don’t really do this B F#/A# But I’ll be your band-aid G#m F# I’ll be your band-aid E Will you fix me with your heart of gold? F# My angel is a centerfold B F#/A# And she comes with paper cuts and all G#m F# But she’s just what I’ve been looking for Will you be my little quick fix? ‘Cause I just dealt with sick shit My last thing ended quick, quick So I've got no one to sit with And I was wondering if you were wanting to come through Do you? I don't need you, you don't need me I let you know before you leave That all I need's a bag of weed Just something chill, some company When everything gets serious, I just get delirious and blue You say you do too So let's patch up all our problems With band-aids and some shots of whiskey or some wine Or whatever we've got lots of ‘Cause we’re both going through it, so we should probably do it I know the day you leave me will be better off Believe me Chorus We're moving so fast, and you've got your past We're not built to last, this too shall pass But all good things end eventually I'll wish you the best when you leave my bed You came like you left It's on to the next ‘Cause all good things end regretfully Chorus: I'm assuming we're wounded together forever I want you to get better I'll be your band-aid I'll be your band-aid I'm assuming your bruises could mean you're into cruising And I don't really do this (but, but, but) But I'll be your band-aid I'll be your band-aid Maybe one day or someday we could cop a one way I'll see you on the runway I'll be your band-aid I'll be your band-aid | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# E F# G#m B |