Best Friends

C Bb C
Eb Cm Bb
C Eb

C
I never learned from my mistakes
                                   Cm
Until I'm too late to do anything
C
A screen glows in a dark room
Bb              Eb                      Cm
Laptop talk of a change that never came
Oh no, no, no

   F
So come show me
Just what to do and how to fix it
      Bb
I'm lonely
           G                 C
Sitting in this crowded room

          C
All of my best friends
                   F
Like to go and get fucked up
                     Ab                                  Eb G
Then they talk about all the lives they never got to live
Bb               C                            F
Oh they're still waiting for some sort of invitation
                       Cm
It's never coming along
Ab            Eb                G
Oh no, you'll get just what you give
        Bb                         C
Getting high with your best friends

C
I'm just reading about flaws that I didn't know I had
                                            Cm
Watching ads for things I didn't know I need
Oh no, no, no
C
Pour a drink just to stop the shakes
Bb              Eb          Cm
Blowing smoke until my eyes bleed
Mm, mm, mm, mm

   F
Oh come show me
     Cm
Just what to do and how to fix it
      Bb
I'm lonely
          G             Bb   C
Sitting in this crowded room

C
All of my best friends
                   F
Like to go and get fucked up
         Fm          Ab                                  G
Then they talk about all the lives they never got to live
Bb                C                           F
Oh, they're still waiting for some sort of invitation
                    Gm Ab
It's never coming along
                                G
Oh no, you'll get just what you give
        Bb                         C
Getting high with your best friends

C
Sometimes you gotta leave that city to love that city and start all over again
But it doesn't look so pretty to get your hands dirty and start all over again
          Cm                            C
You gotta leave that city to love that city or else you might get trapped
        F
Oh, you might get trapped
                    C Bb Cm Ab Bb Gm
Just like all of my
Bb                 C Eb Cm Ab Bb Gm
Just like all of my

Bb                      Cm
Oh, just like all of my best friends
Like to go and get fucked up
                     Ab                 Cm           Gm   Bb
Then they talk about all the lives they never got to live
                 C                Eb          Cm
Oh they're still waiting for some sort of invitation
                       Ab
It's never coming along
                                    Cm Gm
Oh no, you'll get just what you give
        Bb
Getting high with your best friends

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