Chords for Hotel Books "July (Part One)"
Tempo:
114.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
E
A
F#m
G#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] I sat down with her and she told me her [E] story and I told her I loved her and I just wanted
to support [D] her through her recovery.
And through conversations I listened and I feel like this is the [E] best way to interpret
what she told me.
[D] The devil found a clever [A] way to infiltrate and bring his [E] manipulation.
[D] A slender blonde in [E] a cocktail dress struggling through the intoxication [D] brought on by the
gifting of drinks until she was ready to pay back in the bedroom in search to [E] appease the
demons in her head on a sterile surface in the bathroom.
[D] Looking into a [E] half cracked, half filthy mirror [D] hoping she doesn't reflect that half cracked
and half filthy receding stain of a [A] smile her mother made when she left because the
promises she made to herself seemed to be the hardest ones to keep and knowing she survived
the last storm was no longer [F#m] all she needed to be able to fall asleep.
Vacant wine glasses and late night [D] crashes symbolic of her vessel with no presentation
at the palate but [A] a spirit starving for remembrance, some sort of legacy other than her occupation
because her normal skin looked like silk but had been masked by vengeance.
[F#m] Baggage under her eyes deep within her overcompensating lies and all she saw [D] when she gazed into the
endless skies was regret from that manipulation.
This [A] life of sleeping through the static of practice for the everlasting rush she hoped
for she was somewhat ecstatic but not for the first time.
Because this was reminiscent [F#m] of those times that she would have those late night drives,
those moments when she [D] would look back and say, how did I get here?
Those moments when she would look at old [A] childhood photos and say, how did that child grow up
to be like this?
When did I dismiss the morals that I subscribed to?
I don't know what to do.
[F#m] And she looks at photos of her beautiful mother in her [A] youth and is envious of that smile
she had [D] when she was 22.
And she wishes she could say [E] the same for herself but [G#] she's lived in the self [F#m] perpetuated
hell because she took the literal stains and the literal scars and turned them [A] into emotional
drain and then she fell apart.
[E] I've never [C#m] really been one for taking second chances on times that I've been [D] broken but
sometimes forgiveness needs to be put in place for someone to actually [G#] grow from these negative
[F#m] emotions and all that constructive use of the pain is thrown at you.
It's the only [A] way that you can find refuge.
So I'm going to tell you this [E] darling, every time you tell yourself you're not worth it,
every [D] time you tell yourself you're worthless, you're being lied to.
[G#] And in that [F#m] case, the liar is you.
[E] [C#m]
to support [D] her through her recovery.
And through conversations I listened and I feel like this is the [E] best way to interpret
what she told me.
[D] The devil found a clever [A] way to infiltrate and bring his [E] manipulation.
[D] A slender blonde in [E] a cocktail dress struggling through the intoxication [D] brought on by the
gifting of drinks until she was ready to pay back in the bedroom in search to [E] appease the
demons in her head on a sterile surface in the bathroom.
[D] Looking into a [E] half cracked, half filthy mirror [D] hoping she doesn't reflect that half cracked
and half filthy receding stain of a [A] smile her mother made when she left because the
promises she made to herself seemed to be the hardest ones to keep and knowing she survived
the last storm was no longer [F#m] all she needed to be able to fall asleep.
Vacant wine glasses and late night [D] crashes symbolic of her vessel with no presentation
at the palate but [A] a spirit starving for remembrance, some sort of legacy other than her occupation
because her normal skin looked like silk but had been masked by vengeance.
[F#m] Baggage under her eyes deep within her overcompensating lies and all she saw [D] when she gazed into the
endless skies was regret from that manipulation.
This [A] life of sleeping through the static of practice for the everlasting rush she hoped
for she was somewhat ecstatic but not for the first time.
Because this was reminiscent [F#m] of those times that she would have those late night drives,
those moments when she [D] would look back and say, how did I get here?
Those moments when she would look at old [A] childhood photos and say, how did that child grow up
to be like this?
When did I dismiss the morals that I subscribed to?
I don't know what to do.
[F#m] And she looks at photos of her beautiful mother in her [A] youth and is envious of that smile
she had [D] when she was 22.
And she wishes she could say [E] the same for herself but [G#] she's lived in the self [F#m] perpetuated
hell because she took the literal stains and the literal scars and turned them [A] into emotional
drain and then she fell apart.
[E] I've never [C#m] really been one for taking second chances on times that I've been [D] broken but
sometimes forgiveness needs to be put in place for someone to actually [G#] grow from these negative
[F#m] emotions and all that constructive use of the pain is thrown at you.
It's the only [A] way that you can find refuge.
So I'm going to tell you this [E] darling, every time you tell yourself you're not worth it,
every [D] time you tell yourself you're worthless, you're being lied to.
[G#] And in that [F#m] case, the liar is you.
[E] [C#m]
Key:
D
E
A
F#m
G#
D
E
A
[D] I sat down with her and she told me her [E] story and I told her I loved her and I just wanted
to support [D] her through her recovery.
And through conversations I listened and I feel like this is the [E] best way to interpret
what she told me.
_ [D] The devil found a clever [A] way to infiltrate and bring his [E] manipulation.
[D] A slender blonde in [E] a cocktail dress struggling through the intoxication [D] brought on by the
gifting of drinks until she was ready to pay back in the bedroom in search to [E] appease the
demons in her head on a sterile surface in the bathroom.
[D] Looking into a [E] half cracked, half filthy mirror [D] hoping she doesn't reflect that half cracked
and half filthy receding stain of a [A] smile her mother made when she left because the
promises she made to herself seemed to be the hardest ones to keep and knowing she survived
the last storm was no longer [F#m] all she needed to be able to fall asleep.
Vacant wine glasses and late night [D] crashes symbolic of her vessel with no presentation
at the palate but [A] a spirit starving for remembrance, some sort of legacy other than her occupation
because her normal skin looked like silk but had been masked by vengeance.
[F#m] Baggage under her eyes deep within her overcompensating lies and all she saw [D] when she gazed into the
endless skies was regret from that manipulation.
This [A] life of sleeping through the static of practice for the everlasting rush she hoped
for she was somewhat ecstatic but not for the first time.
Because this was reminiscent [F#m] of those times that she would have those late night drives,
those moments when she [D] would look back and say, how did I get here?
Those moments when she would look at old [A] childhood photos and say, how did that child grow up
to be like this?
When did I dismiss the morals that I subscribed to?
I don't know what to do.
[F#m] And she looks at photos of her beautiful mother in her [A] youth and is envious of that smile
she had [D] when she was 22.
And she wishes she could say [E] the same for herself but [G#] she's lived in the self [F#m] perpetuated
hell because she took the literal stains and the literal scars and turned them [A] into emotional
drain and then she fell apart.
[E] I've never [C#m] really been one for taking second chances on times that I've been [D] broken but
sometimes forgiveness needs to be put in place for someone to actually [G#] grow from these negative
[F#m] emotions and all that constructive use of the pain is thrown at you.
It's the only [A] way that you can find refuge.
So I'm going to tell you this [E] darling, every time you tell yourself you're not worth it,
every [D] time you tell yourself you're worthless, you're being lied to.
[G#] And in that [F#m] case, the liar is you. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
to support [D] her through her recovery.
And through conversations I listened and I feel like this is the [E] best way to interpret
what she told me.
_ [D] The devil found a clever [A] way to infiltrate and bring his [E] manipulation.
[D] A slender blonde in [E] a cocktail dress struggling through the intoxication [D] brought on by the
gifting of drinks until she was ready to pay back in the bedroom in search to [E] appease the
demons in her head on a sterile surface in the bathroom.
[D] Looking into a [E] half cracked, half filthy mirror [D] hoping she doesn't reflect that half cracked
and half filthy receding stain of a [A] smile her mother made when she left because the
promises she made to herself seemed to be the hardest ones to keep and knowing she survived
the last storm was no longer [F#m] all she needed to be able to fall asleep.
Vacant wine glasses and late night [D] crashes symbolic of her vessel with no presentation
at the palate but [A] a spirit starving for remembrance, some sort of legacy other than her occupation
because her normal skin looked like silk but had been masked by vengeance.
[F#m] Baggage under her eyes deep within her overcompensating lies and all she saw [D] when she gazed into the
endless skies was regret from that manipulation.
This [A] life of sleeping through the static of practice for the everlasting rush she hoped
for she was somewhat ecstatic but not for the first time.
Because this was reminiscent [F#m] of those times that she would have those late night drives,
those moments when she [D] would look back and say, how did I get here?
Those moments when she would look at old [A] childhood photos and say, how did that child grow up
to be like this?
When did I dismiss the morals that I subscribed to?
I don't know what to do.
[F#m] And she looks at photos of her beautiful mother in her [A] youth and is envious of that smile
she had [D] when she was 22.
And she wishes she could say [E] the same for herself but [G#] she's lived in the self [F#m] perpetuated
hell because she took the literal stains and the literal scars and turned them [A] into emotional
drain and then she fell apart.
[E] I've never [C#m] really been one for taking second chances on times that I've been [D] broken but
sometimes forgiveness needs to be put in place for someone to actually [G#] grow from these negative
[F#m] emotions and all that constructive use of the pain is thrown at you.
It's the only [A] way that you can find refuge.
So I'm going to tell you this [E] darling, every time you tell yourself you're not worth it,
every [D] time you tell yourself you're worthless, you're being lied to.
[G#] And in that [F#m] case, the liar is you. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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