Misc Mashups – Gracie Abrams - Right Now - Phoebe Bridgers - I Know The End - Frank Ocean - White Ferrari (Guitar)

F                  C
look at me, i feel homesick

F                  Am
want my dog in the door

F                    C
and the light in the kitchen

F                      Am
from the fridge on the floor

F                 C
and the faint overhearing

F                Am
of my mom on the phone

F                       C
through the walls of my bedroom

F                       Am
things that i shouldn’t know.

F                      C
think the bus might be broken

F                       Am
‘cause the shocks never work

F                  C
we’re collectively hoping

Gadd11                 Am
that the drive will be short

F          C
people 24-7;

Gadd11              Am
it’s the best and a curse

F                     C
all they do is remind me

Gadd11              Am    C
that i’m still introverted

              Am
but you gotta go

  C               F
i know, i know, i know

       Am
like a wave that crashed

    C             F
and melted on the shore

             Am
not even the burnouts

    G           F
are out here anymore

              Dm
and you gotta go

         C      F
i know, i know, i know

C
One too many years,

         G                     F
some tattooed eyelids on a facelift

C                   G             F    C
mind over matter is magic, i do magic

G               C
if you think about it,

                   G
it’ll be over in no time

            F
and that’s life.

C          Gadd11                 Am
oh, i’m so high, but i can’t look down

        F                C
left my past life on the ground

          Gadd11     Am
think i’m more alive somehow

       F                  C
i feel like myself right now

       Gadd11               Am
i’m so tired, but can’t sit down

        F              C
what if this is it for now?

          Gadd11         Am
think i’m more alive somehow

  F                      C
I feel like myself right now

       Gadd11            Am
I feel like myself right now

Dm        F
   Driving  out into the sun

C            G
let the ultraviolet cover me up

Dm                 F            C
   went looking for  a creation myth

      G                         Dm
ended up with a pair of cracked lips

             F
windows down, scream along

C                 G                  Dm
  to some America first-rap, country song

                   F               C
a slaughter house, an outlet mall

         G             Dm
slot machines, fear of god.

             F
windows down, heater on

C              G                 Dm
  big bolts of lightning hanging low

              F                 C
over the coast, everyone’s convinced

                  G                      Dm
it’s a government drone or an alien spaceship

      F                 C
either  way, we’re not alone

           G                Dm
i’ll find a new place to be from

               F                     C
a haunted house  with a picket fence

          G                    Dm
to float around and ghost my friends

                   F            C
no, i’m not afraid to disappear

                 G               Dm
the billboard said: “the end is near”

                F                        C
i turned around, there was nothing there

         G                Dm   F  C  G
yeah, i guess the end is here

                F  C  G
the end is here

                F  C  G
the end is here

                F  C  G
the end is here

C G F
     I’m sure we’re taller

    C         G
in another dimension

F
you say we’re small

    C              G
and not worth the mention

F                       C           G
you’re tired of moving, your body’s aching

 F                      C        G
we could vacay, there’s places to  go

F                  C              G
clearly this isn’t all that there is

      F
can’t take what’s been given

    C         G          F
but we’re so okay here, we’re doing fine

C           G
primal and naked

F                       C           G
you dream of walls that hold us in prison

F
it’s just a skull,

      C                G
least that’s what they call it

    F
and we’re free to roam