Penelope Scott - Montreal: chords

        C#maj7
You got four for Thanksgiving
       D#
Twenty one for the Lord
          G#           G#maj7/G
I haven't counted in a while
         G#7/F#    Fm7
It might be a few more

            C#
And there's seven days for spring
          D#
And maybe one more in between
            C#
And then on top of all the everything
Assuming I survive
        D#
Another 90 day summer's gonna take
           D#
My fucking life

Chorus:
    G7             Cm
And I would rather die
    G#             D#
And let me make it clear
               G7
It's nobody's fault
                    G#
But I think we all know
              A#             D# G7
That I won't make it to Montreal
    Cm             D#   G7
And I would rather die
     Cm               D#   G7
I'll jump before I'll fall
        Cm             Fm
And I'm having lots of fun
            G#      A#    Cm
But I won't make it Montreal

I've got five pretty skirts,
I've got sweaters in drawers
I've got a nice big blanket and carpeted floors
I've got lovers on lovers, friends on friends
The fucking fun just never ends
You like to talk about the future as if it's real
And when you tell me that you love me
I can almost feel it
But the wires won't connect
Your blood has been rejected

And it doesn't even matter if
I make it through the night
Because another fucking summer's gonna take
My fucking life

Chorus:
And I'd just rather die
It's boredom overall
And I'm having lots of fun
But I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
But I'll jump before I'll fall
And did you really think so?
I mean no one fucking thought
I'd make it to Montreal

It's not that it's a bad plan
No, the plan fucking slapped
I was so excited you don't know
how bad I wanted all of it
The coffee shop, the weather, the apartment
But I don't want anything anymore
I don't know, I guess I just got bored

It doesn't matter where the trolley goes this time
Because soon enough the summer's gonna take
My fucking life

Chorus:
And I would rather die
And let me make it clear
It's nobody's fault but I think we all know
That I won't make it to Montreal
And I don't wanna die
I don't wanna get left behind
But it's better half than none
I hope to God you have some fun

Go get laid in Montreal
The world's so big and I'm too small
You guys are different, you could have it all
I hope you make it to Montreal