Greyson Chance – Homerun Hitter (Guitar)

F#m                         D
If I'm gonna say it like it is

                          F#m
We've become identical to them

                                    A
We've become the strangers we don't know

  C#m   F#m
A dying rose

                                  D
I'm forty miles North of where we met

                                     F#m
You're forty miles South of where we live

                                  A
It doesn't matter where we try to go

           C#m       F#m
If all the exits are closed

                        D
There's nothing I could say

                          E
To keep my head above the water

                        F#m
There's nothing I could do

                      A
If I lose one, I lose two

                              D
'Cause I thought you were the Homerun Hitter, the cherry that never bitters

         E                                                         F#m
Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (Dead, dead)

                        A
There's nothing I could do (Do, do)

                         D
And I thought you were a Cold Blood Assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine

         E
But that light never painted the room

                            F#m
Now there's nothing I could do (Do, do)

                  A
To make it easier on you

                                   D
It's more than just the fire going out

                                       F#m
It's more than just the candles on the ground

                                 A
It's everything you wanted us to be

                  F#m
The parts I won't see

                                      D
The door I always locked, you left it open

                                             F#m
Too afraid that you would blink and it would close-in

    A
And we would lose our vulnerability

                  F#m
Oh, we were so naive

                              D
'Cause I thought you were the Homerun Hitter, the cherry that never bitters

         E                                                         F#m
Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (Dead, dead)

                        A
There's nothing I could do (Do, do)

                         D
And I thought you were a Cold Blood Assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine

         E
But that light never painted the room

                            F#m
Now there's nothing I could do (Do, do)

                  A
To make it easier on you

         D
Easier on—, easier on—

         E
Easier on—, easier on—

         F#m
Easier on—, easier on—

          A
Easier on you

                        D                                    E
There's nothing I could say to keep those gorgeous eyes from crying

                        F#m
There's nothing I could do

                 A
If I lose you, I lose too

                              D
'Cause I thought you were the Homerun Hitter, the cherry that never bitters

         E                                                         F#m
Like the first taste of heat, the feeling I want to keep until I'm dead (Dead, dead)

                        A
There's nothing I could do (Do, do)

                         D
And I thought you were a Cold Blood Assassin, a truth I couldn't imagine

         E
But that light never painted the room

                            F#m
Now there's nothing I could do (Do, do)

                  A
To make it easier on—

         D
Easier on—, easier on—

         E
Easier on—, easier on—

         F#m
Easier on—, easier on—

          A
Easier on you