Frankie Cosmos – Pothole (Guitar)

A
Damn this city

F#m            Dm           A
Everything's a pothole or a restaurant

   D
It smells like pot

A
I forgot

    Bm        Dm         A
Not everybody wants what I want

    Bm        Dm           A
Not everybody's thoughts are my thoughts

   Bm         A           Dm
My loss isn't everybody's loss

A
Here's what we have

     B       G#m
What we have made

                  C#m         B
And it feels like water on my face

                  G#m
At the end of the day

A
It's sunset here

       C#m    F#m
What's it for you?

           Bm                 A
How'd they get the pink light to

     Dm       A
Come out like that?