B F# C# She was part of the Air Force, I was part of the band D#m I always used to bust into her hand B F# C# D#m In my, my, my imagination B F# C# I was living my best life, living with my parents D#m Way before the paying penance and verbal propellants B F# C# And my, my, my cancellation, hm, yeah And I fell in love with a boy, it was kinda lame I was Rimbaud and he was Paul Verlaine In my, my, my imagination So many cringes and heroin binges I was coming off the hinges, living on the fringes Of my, my, my imagination, oh, yeah G#m B C# Enough about me now G#m B C# "You gotta talk about the people, baby" G#m B C# (But that's kind of the idea) Chorus: D#m C# At home, somewhere I don't like B F# Eating stuff off of motorbikes B C# Ddim Cumming to her lookalikes D#m C# I can't get the language right B F# B F# C# F# Just tell me what's unladylike I know some Vaccinista tote bag chic baristas Sitting in east on their communista keisters Writing about their ejaculations "I like my men like I like my coffee Full of soy milk and so sweet, it won't offend anybody" Whilst staining the pages of The Nation, oh, yeah A Xanax and a Newport "Well I take care of my kids", she said Chorus: The worst inside of us begets That feeling on the internet It's like someone intended it (Like advertising cigarettes) A diamond in the rough begets The diamond with a scruff you get B F# Am I ironically woke? The butt of my joke? C# D#m Or am I just some post-coke, average, skinny bloke B F# C# Calling his ego imagination? B F# C# I've not picked up that in a thousand four hundred days D#m And nine hours and sixteen minutes, babe B F# C# F# It's kind of my daily iteration | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C# D#m Ddim F# G#m B |