Tuning: E A D G B E

First tab, so please let me know how to improve it. Chords used are: A E Dbm B Ab Abm All chords are bar chords Intro A E B E A E B E [Verse 1]

^Dbm You're turning off yo^Eur course^B again ^E ^Dbm That fall would kill ^Ea stronge^Br man ^E ^Dbm With hungry headlight^Es closi^Bn' in ^E ^Dbm Saint John is look^Ein' welc^Boming.... ^E alright.

^DbmDeath is always ^Ecloser ^Bthan ^E ^DbmDeath is closer than ^Eall your ^Bfriends ^E ^DbmDeath is closer t^Ehan you ^Bthink ^E ^DbmHe's closer than your ^Efriends and t^Bhings... a^Elright.

A E B E A E B E

^A We drove that car into a full on ^Espin, I wonder ^Bjust how would it feel if we ^Edove on in. I ^Acaught a glimpse of my screamin' ^Efriend, and when the s^Bound cut out I swore she's laughi^En' alright, ^Ashattered lights spiral and blur on ^Ein, and then the ^Brain sang along to her freckled ^Eskin, this c^Aity's just a smudge of water on^E lens I couldn't h^Belp but feel helpless so I kissed her ^Eagain

^Dbm Turn it^B off and walk^E away ^A ^DbmDon't look^B down into^E those waves ^A ^DbmYou'll neve^Br be the same^E again ^Abm

^Ab ^AWe all suffer short term memory ^Bloss from time to t^Aime

^AYou got him jumping everywhere across the ^Egaps and stairs ^BEmbracing every nick and cut and jam^Emed finger face plant it's ^AHe doesn't care for good repair, soak up the s^Eun and air And ^Bchipped a tooth to feel the truth, breaking every ^Ebone he can't mend

(repeat this pattern until the chorus comes again at the end) The blood's the thing that drives the dream That makes him think he can fall off The blood's the thing that boils to steam That makes machines out of our hearts The tires breathing out Like tired moms and troubled teens With secret smoke breaks Balancing between showmanship and discovery Mister melodrama is over there covering things Directing traffic, mumbling, like "Move it along, nothing to see" It's such a funny dream Its such a sight to see Honking horns and doubled breeze Matthews Bridge in a watercolor bleed And I'm just standing there shifting in my skin Sifting grate below Fall to the rivers wash, taste my blood Embrace my breaking bones

^Dbm Turn it^B off and walk^E away ^A ^DbmDon't look^B down into^E those waves ^A ^DbmYou'll neve^Br be the same^E again ^Abm

^Ab ^AWe all suffer short term memory ^Bloss from time to t^Aime

Astronautalis - Short term memory loss