Atlas - Chamomile

^Am7 I ^Coften sit and wonder how your hand would feel ^Dm7If we were sitting on my ^E7carpet sharing chamomile ^Am7Keep a lot of little ^Csecrets that I can't reveal ^Dm7Until we're high at 3: AM just sharing chamomile ^Am7I often sit and ^Cwonder how your hand would feel ^Dm7If we were sitting on my carpet sharing chamomile ^Am7Keep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal ^Dm7Until we're high at ^Em73 AM just sharing chamomile

^Am7I guess I've got ^Cletters that I've written ^Dm7 A few of them I'm tempted to incinerate ^C7

^Dm7At the frequency of sadness and dinner plates ^Am7 It's easy to get ^Clost inside of memories ^Dm7 It's harder to pretend that isn't bothersome ^Am7 You told me 'bout your ^C7favorite kinds of flowers ^Dm7 So I went to the market ^Am7and I got you some And I didn't even break ^Cdown when I left my ^Dm7house (maybe it'll all be ^E7ok) ^Am7I didn't even get anxious when I went ^Dm7out (maybe it'll all be ^E7ok) You know, the ^Am7words never sound quite ^Cright when they leave my mouth, my mouth (maybe it'll all ^E7be ok) But, ^Am7darling, just finish your ^Ctea, and we'll go lay ^Dm7down

We can go lay ^Cdown

^Dm7If we were sitting on my ^E7carpet sharing chamomile ^CKeep a lot of little secrets that I can't reveal ^FUntil we're high at ^E73: AM just sharing chamomile