Admiral Fallow - Dead against smoking

^GYou sleep like a kid with one hand stuck f^Cast to the side of your face. G C Am - D Backside in the air, mouth half open, but still filled with grace.

^GAnd you seem so happy as your skin turns the colour ^Cof a violet-golden sky. ^GAnd it cuts me up when we fight and go to bed fa^Ccing opposite sides.

^GYou're like gasoline. ^{C C}You're like the willow tree.^{G G}You're like a split-screen. ^{C D}But you're the green in me. ^G

^GAnd you smoke when you're hurt or bored or out with friends, b^Cut I don't mind. ^GWho cares if the big 'C' comes? We're young, we're having s^Come lovely times.

^GYou frown as the clouds bring you down, drop to your knees and scream "^C;Oh, my God". ^GBut you really shouldn't bother, there's bigger things going on ^Cyou little sod, you little sod

^GYou're like gasoline. ^{C C}You're like the willow tree.^{G G}You're like a split-screen. ^{C D}But you're the green in me. ^G

^GYou're like gasoline. ^{C C}You're like the willow tree.^{G G}You're like a split-screen. ^{C D}But you're the green in me. ^G