D#m7 C#9 Is this what you needed? G#m11 B9 Is this what its worth? D#m7 C#9 To see the hidden folders G#m11 B9 Toe-tipping out the dirt I wish that I could kiss the pixels Off your lips Describe our naked bodies Over voice call partnership Is this why you see him at Tesla dealerships? His watch doesn't have his name on How will he know it's his? The sun reflected light off hilltop window panes His grass is the wrong shade of green, but he can pay to make a change Chorus: D#m F# G# Three cars in every garage G#m11 D#m And six seats betweeen them F# G# You don't need to call G#m11 D#m Not averse to hedonism F# G# G#m11 They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang D#m yourself F# G# G#m11 They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself Is this why you need me, to break what you can't chew? To ram the Holy Scriptures down throats in tennis shoes? Our father who art, thou central Monterey Oh, take it from me, baby, it's worse when you can't pay It's worse when you can't pay It's worse when you can't pay Chorus: They'll tell you this is normal, they'll tell you this is love I'm not sure if the stuff I want is even worth the price it costs Three cars in every garage and six seats between 'em They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself So tell me, is it normal to totally lose your mind? I won't announce my sheer descent But, holy fuck, there will be signs We're all on a CFIT So take what you see fit They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself It's golden hour somewhere It's golden hour somewhere It's golden hour somewhere It's golden hour somewhere They'll sell you the rope by which you'll hang yourself | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC#9 D#m D#m7 F# G# G#m B9 |