Neck Deep - Damsel In Distress: chords

C
We'll stay up late
               F
I'll end up sleeping on the floor
     G
The people here are nothing new
      F
I'll see how I'm feeling...
      G
Nah, fuck this I'm leaving
 C
Conversation is wearing thin
   F
I don't even know whose house this is
   G
I kinda wish I just stayed home
      F              G           C   F C G F
But Friday night is boring on my own

And then she makes her entrance
Stumbles defenseless through the door
Her dirty tricks hid up her sleeve
She's done this a thousand times before
You can brag, you can gloat
Eat your words, hope you choke
But the grass on your side doesn't seem so green
All the shit that you spoke
Will you sink? Will you float?
Will you hang by a rope from the old oak tree?

Chorus:
C
She's a witch
She's a mess
She's a waste of time
Am             F                  C
Damsel in distress on a steep decline
                       G                   Am F
When all she wants is someone to keep her warm

C
Maybe I'll walk home on my own to sleep it off
            G                       F
And think about some things as I stumble
through the dark
        C
But the only glimpse of me in her I could see
            G                        F
Was in her left wing mirror staring back at me
 C                                        F
Now you're at home I guess you're alone again
      G
It's 5am as she stumbles to bed
                           F
Plays out thoughts in her head
                        G
Falls asleep then wakes up wishing she was
C
Dead and disgusted with those who she's trusted
    F
To just be fucked over and left in the dust
            G
So she'll cling to her bottle
                            F
And hope that tomorrow she won't sit and wallow
  G
again

Chorus:
She's a witch
She's a mess
She's a waste of time
Damsel in distress on a steep decline
When all she wants is someone to keep her warm
She's twenty-one next year, but she's lost her mind
She fucks it up almost every time she tries
She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door

She's a witch
She's a mess
She's a waste of time
Damsel in distress on a steep decline
When all she wants is someone to keep her warm
She's twenty-one next year, but she's lost her mind
She fucks it up almost every time she tries
She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door