Misc Mashups – Gracie Abrams - Us - Cool (Guitar)

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[Intro] Am C F [Verse 1]
Am              C
  I know you know

                    F
It felt just like a joke
I show, you don't And now we're talkin'
Am               C
  I know your ghost

                      F
I see her through the smoke
She'll play her show
    C              Am7
And you'll be watchin'

Em
I’m acting bored its my right

C
After all the love,

F              Am7
That you bombed

G                  C
Kick back on your couch with a glass of wine

Fmaj7                       Am7
It's not the same as it was, between you and I

G                                 C
And time can do something funny, it can change my mind

F         Am7
Thank god
[Chorus]
G            Am7
  Now I'm so cool

        G
I'll be cool for the hell of it

C                          Fmaj7
You promised me that you'd call, but you never did

Am                         F
Fool, I'm a fool if the shoe fits

C                                 G
You probably met up with Cass and said the same shit

       C     F   G
Do you miss us, us?

                               C     F   G
I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us?
Wonder if you regret the secret-
  Am
I spun 'round, hate the way I spun 'round

C                               F
All the way till I could barely breathe
[Verse 2]
C           F
 I know you know

                       G
It felt like somethin' old
It felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleedin'
C                          F
So, it fеlt like what I've known

                         G
You're twеnty-nine years old

                                      C
So how can you be cold when I open my home?

F         C
  I'm not pretending in the way you are

F                                      Am7
You run your hands through your hair, phoney superstar

G                                              C
And say you miss me you're sad, yeah I bet you are

F             Am
Well guess what?
[Pre-Chorus]
   G                                           F
If history's clear, someone always ends up in ruins

                            C                             Am
And what seemed like fate becomes "What the hell was I doin'?"

          G                            F
Babylon lovers hangin' lifetimes on a vine (Ooh)

              C
I gave you mine
[Chorus]
G          Am7
 Now im so cool

            G
And I'll be cool for the hell of it

C                         Fmaj7
You paint a picture of us just to burn it
[Bridge]
     Am                            C
That night, you were talkin' false prophets and profits

     F                      G
They make in the margins of poetry sonnets

    Am                   C
You never read up on it, shame, could've learned somethin'

F                     G                           Am
Robert Bly on my nightstand, gifts from you, how ironic,

Fmaj7       C
No, I'll be fine

          Am
I'll just look for the silver lining

             C                     F
A curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle

            G                     Am
You're incomparable, fuck, it was chemical

          F                   G
You (You) plus (Plus) me (Me) was

C                          Am
Half my mind, you're still occupying

Fmaj7
Kill for a while

C
Stole my time

Fmaj7
Thanks a lot for nothing

Am            C             Fmaj7
Stop, I'll be fine, I'll be fine
[Outro]
G       Am7
I'll be cool

       G
I'm be cool for the hell of it

C                             Fmaj7
You promised me this was real but it wasn't

G                                C     F   G
 I felt it, you held it, did you miss us, us?

Am                         F
Fool, I'm a fool if the shoe fits

C                                 G
You probably met up with Elle and said the same shit

G                               C    F   G
 Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us

Am
Calm down, maybe, baby, calm down

C                                     F
Waited for your walls to close on me, when they did

G
 The pain of, the reign of, the flame of-

  Am
I spun 'round, hate the way I spun 'round

C                               F*
All the way till I could barely breathe
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