Bomb the Music Industry! – Felt Just Like Vacation (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
N.C. D     Em                Bm        D           G
Your floor felt like falling backwards in a steady slipstream

    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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 2]
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)
[Solo] D Bm F#m G D Em A x2 [Verse 3]
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)