Felt Just Like Vacation

    D            E              A     D
The lazy tide is bringing me to shore
D      E      Bm           D            G
Eighty degree water, I see right to the bottom
         D                E                   A       Bm
Take the pressure off for good. Don't give me anymore
A                 G            D                    Em
Give me the worst sleep spots, corners to get stuck in
G               E                    A Bm
Pump me full of friends and alcohol
A                       G   D                      E
And I'll be thinking of you long after the night's through
               A                                     D        A# G
Long after I'm peeled off of the wall and shipped to Brooklyn
       D                  G
And it might be cause I'm not alone
         D              A
But this vacation feels more like home
     G          A#
Than habitually checking my phone for texts
D                  A#                 G
I won't respond to (won't respond to) from people I don't talk to

D         E                  Bm  D               G
In truth, December destroyed me. January crushed me
   D         E           A    D
By February, I was not myself
Em                   Bm           D                 G
March rolled in like beatings and rolled out like a bear hug
   Em             A                            Bm
In April I stared out the window for a fucking month

A            G        D            E
I don't want October. I don't want November
Em              A                    Em     B
I don't want to feel those crippling blows
A#                   G  D                  E
That I can't explain to myself, my friends or you
Em                    A
So I soften them with hours of Nintendo
       D                  G
And it might be cause I'm not alone
         D              A
But this vacation feels more like home
     G                    A#
Than refreshing e-mails I won't respond to (Won't respond to)
A
From people I don't talk to (I don't talk to)

D Bm F#m G D Em A x2

Bm                  F#m      Em             G
Please give me Caye Caulker, my feet in the water
G                   A
Someone who doesn't yawn when I go on
Bm                   F#m    G              E
And I'll be thinking of her long after the summer
               A                                                              D
Long after the crowd is bored and talking shit and moved away and everybody's gone
E A
(Repeat E and A, end on E.)
E A
(So the winter never kills me, Winter won't kill me, So the winter never kills me)

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