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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
F#Halfway, down the sBtreet from my front porch I watched you puF#ke too drunk, passed out,B hoping you could find Something toF# do
[Chorus]
F#Im so worried When I see you leave B'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home or not
F#I'm so worried when I see you leave B'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home
F#and maybe it was my fault so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall Bso high, I see the crimson in your eyeballs I just hope you pick the phone up when I call oF#oooh F#and maybe it's the highway
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonight, eh
BI just hope you listen to me now when I say I'm not ready to lose yF#ou
F#and maybe it was my fault so afraid, slam my fist into the drywall Bso high, I see the crimson in your eyeballs I just hope you pick the phone up when I call oF#ooh
and maybe it's the highway
but something's feeling really fucking weird tonighBt, eh I just hope you listen to me now when I say I'm not ready to lose yoF#u
F#Im so worried When I see you leave B'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home or not
F#I'm so worried when I see you leave B'cause nobody knows F#if you'll make it hBomF#e
[Verse 2]
F#halfway up the blocBk from where you sit I'm looking wF#eak back then, past times, Byou and i would wander through F#the streets
[Ending]
F#Im so worried When I see you leave B'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home or not
F#I'm so worried when I see you leave B'cause nobody knows
if you'll make it home (end on F#)