Chords for watsky sloppy seconds lyrics

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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F#m]
Fuck you if you love a car for its paint [A] job.
Love you if you love a car for the [D] road trips.
Show me the miles on your arms and the pink scar.
Where [C#m] the doctor had to pull out all the [F#m] bone chips.
Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard.
Right in the moment when the road curved a [D] bit sharp.
And when you woke up somebody wasn't clipping your seatbelt and pulling you [C#m] from the open
window of your [F#m] flipped car.
_ _ [A] Cold pizza.
_ Tie-dye [D] shirts.
_ Broken hearts.
Give em [C#] here, give em [F#m] here.
_ Hand-me [A]-downs.
Gimme, gimme.
[D] Leftovers.
Gimme, gimme. Sloppy spackets.
Give em [C#m] here, give em [F#m] here.
_ I [A] don't care where [D] you live.
_ How many [C#] miles I [F#m] still love you?
I [A] don't care where [D] you live.
_ How many [C#] miles I [D] still love you.
Show me some others that they got no baggage.
I'll show you somebody who's got no [F#m] story.
Nothing gory means no glory.
[A] But [E] baby please don't [D] bore me.
We won't know until we get there The who, or the what, or the [F#m] when, where
My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents [E] ago
And I promise that I won't [D] rock it till it's threadbare
Bet on it!
Every single person's got a couple skeletons So pretty [F#m] soon in this room it'll just be
me and you and we'll clear out all the elephants [E] Me and you and the [D] elephants
We all have our pitfalls, beers, flats, cabs, been [F#m] called
And everybody and their mama can hear the drama that's [E] happening behind these thin walls _
_ Cold pizza, [A] _ tie-dye [D] shirts, tie-dye shirts, broken hearts
Give them here, give them [F#m] here
_ Hand-me [A]-downs, leftovers, [D] _
_ sloppy seconds
Give them [G#] here, give them [F#m] here
I [A] don't care where [D] you've been How many [C#] miles I still [F#m] love you
I [A] don't care where [D] you've been How many [D#] miles I [F#m] still love you
I [A] can't hold these wet [D] tears How many broken [C#m] hearts I [F#m] still love you
I [A] don't care where [D] you've been How many sloppy [C#] seconds I [D] still love you
My pattern with women isn't a flattering image But I don't want to run away because I said [F#m] so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws And I'll be [A] giving you the [E] side of me that I don't let [D] show
Everything in fashion, that has ever happened So it's coming crashing down, better [F#m] let go
But in a couple years it will be retro You rock Mark [E] Ecko, my shirt's had to [D] gecko
Cause in the past man I was hopeless But now it's why my little cousins love the [F#m] dopest
Fuck the fashion po [A]-po, I have a stale [E] donut I don't need [D] no tips
Fuck a five second rule, that's a plan I never [F#m] understood
In September I'm a kitchen and a Christmas sweater [E] Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged [F#m] goods
And there [A] is not a [Bm] single place that I would [C#] rather [F#m] be
I'm fucked up just like you [D] are And you're fucked up just [C#] like [F#m] me
_ Cold [A] pizza, _ tie-dye [D] shirts _ Broken hearts, give [C#] them [F#m] here
_ Hand me [A] down, _ _ [D]
that's alright I don't give them [C#] here
_ [F#m] _
I [A] don't care where [D] you live _ How many miles [C#m] I still [F#m] love you
I don't [A] care where [D] you live _ How many miles [A] I still [F#m]
love you
I don't [A] care where [D] you live How many miles [C#m] I still [F#m] love you
I [A] don't care where [D] you live How many miles [C#m] I still [F#m]
love you
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