Waxahatchee – The Wolves (Guitar)

          C
There's a car on the corner

      G                 Am
She's waiting for me to come out

            C              G
And I ain't said a word in weeks

                    Am
These old habits'll weigh you down

        C                    G
I can't talk to God, I can't light it up

        Am                        F
I can't take something that I'm unworthy of

          C                  G
You might sing it wrong, clumsy

         Am
Off-key, top of your lungs

F
Smile at everyone

(F)            C     G
You don't ease up on me

           Am        G           F
You know I stay in a hurry, babe

         C           G      F
I miss a lot of good things

(F)           C
If I throw my body

                 G
On a plane, in a car, on the ground

    Am               G         F
I'm living like I'll never die

               C     G
And your ax is not a key

          C
There's a lock on the door

     G                  Am
That costs more than my car, babe

            C
And I ain't ever come close

   G                       Am
To crossing that threshold anyway

        C                    G
I can't hear our song on the radio

          Am                        F
Without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go

        C               G
I can't prize my certainty

      Am
Let bygones fade away

  F        C        G
I walk a paper-thin line

               Am            G        F
I know there's something for everyone

               C         G    F
But I've got a one-track mind

(F)          C
If I throw myself to the wolves

         G
I did it all for the glory

        Am            G     F
Not the fruit rotting in my shade

                 C     G
Who's begging to get inside

          C
There's a reason I fold

    G            Am
I'm sure it'll become clear

            C                G
You've been proving yourself wrong

            Am
With or without me here

          C
You don't look around

          G
You don't check the score

          Am
You cause all that trouble

        F
And you beg for more

         C            G         Am            F
On every warm horizon of what I let disappear

(F)            C     G
You don't ease up on me

           Am        G           F
You know I stay in a hurry, babe

             C       G      F
I miss a lot of good things

(F)                C
And when I throw myself to the wolves

        G
I do it all for the glory

        Am           G      F
Not the wind shaking off my leaves

            C     G
Not begging for a key