Landlord

C G C F Am G C

     C                            G             C                          F
I stood in the place where you fucked me and thought about how I'd never see you again
           C                          G            F                               C                G
I still sleep in the room where you dumped me, voices still in the walls and I'll bring home new friends
        C                        G       C                   F
Gotta shake off these nasty addictions, to gratification and self-flagellation
      Am                                G
It's too late in the evening and it's too late in general
    F                         C               G
I miss having meaning and a distraction from myself
  C                   G                          C                F
Want to be struck by new love's lightning all fucked up dripping wet and frightening
                Am         G                                  F         C     G
Or just have something that leaves me smiling to myself as I walk back home

               Am                       G                 C
But I'd become less like a lover and more like a landlord
            Am                   G                     C
And I was less like a lover and more like a carer that I could not afford
               Am                          G
And you were less like your old self and more like your mother
         F                            C               G
I was hopeful but hopeless now I'm just one of the others
           Am                   G                     C
You are less like a lover and more like a landlord

  C                    G                 C            F
Said I'll be your emergency contact if you kiss me when you get back
     Am                          G                        C
I called you, I had to, went straight to your message bank
            C                         G
Wanted to make up for a lost time, make up for a lost cause
    C            F             Am                 G                                C
Would've stood tall, but for once in my life I wasn't the one who pushed for the fall
    C                      G                         C                 F
So one of these days I'm gonna drop dead and you'll only remember the nice things I said
                Am                                     G
So put your rose-coloured glasses on, pretend you're fine until I'm gone
     F               C         G
And you can do whatever the fuck you want

                Am                     G                    C
And I'd become less like a lover and more like a landlord
                   Am                    G                     C
And you'd become less like a lover and more like a carer that I could not afford
               Am                         G
And you were less of your old self and more like your mother
          F                             C              G
I was hopeful but hopeless now I'm just one of the others
       Am                      G                  C
I was less like a lover and more like a landlord

           C                            G            G
I still sleep in the room where you dumped me
         C                            G                G
Write songs about how I'm never speaking to you again
Shouldn't make any difference, surroundings don't influence
The person that I think I am [x4]

                  Am                   G                   C
And I'd become less like a lover and more like a landlord
                   Am                    G                     C
And you'd become less like a lover and more like a carer that I could not afford
               Am                         G
And you were less of your old self and more like your mother
          F                          C                 G
I was hopeful but hopeless now I'm just one of the others
           Am                     G                    C
You were less like a lover and more like a landlord

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