Briston Maroney - Small talk

And ^Chalfway home, you caught me at the station Str^Fuck me up with quiet conversation ^AmIt'd been months since ^Gyou had set me ^Ffree F^Cilled me in on your newfound meditation The ^Fquiet life helped your dedication The dr^Ameams that you loved ^Gmore than you loved ^Fme

And ^AmI do not ^Gmwant to be ^Fcold to you ^AmYou left me ^Gmno choice a^Fgain

But, ^Cgirl, you better ^Gact your ^Fage Or you're gonna ^Cfind yourself ^Galone some ^Fday Standing ^Cstill in the ^Gsame old ^Fplace Looking the ^Csame as ^Gyester^Fday ^CLet me let you ^Gin on a ^Fsecret You got ^Clies, I ^Gwish you would ^Fkeep them Beside your ^Ccage with a ^Gbroken ^Flock I'm sick of this^G small ta^Flk I'm sick of this^G small ta^Flk

You ^Ccannot lie, not what I expected to ^Fsee You shake at every simple question I know ^Amyou more than you co^Guld ever hope I w^Fould So take me ^Cup the stairs, saw you from a distance With a ^Fcigarette, swore that you would quit And what's this^Am? A cloud that ^Ghangs over our hea^Fds

And ^AmI do not ^Gmwant to be ^Fcold to you ^AmYou left me ^Gmno choice a^Fgain

But, ^Cgirl, you better ^Gact your ^Fage Or you're gonna ^Cfind yourself ^Galone some ^Fday Standing ^Cstill in the ^Gsame old ^Fplace Looking the ^Csame as ^Gyester^Fday ^CLet me let you ^Gin on a ^Fsecret You got ^Clies, I ^Gwish you would ^Fkeep them Beside your ^Ccage with a ^Gbroken ^Flock I'm sick of this^G small ta^Flk I'm sick of this^G small ta^Flk I'm sick of this^G small ta^Flk Sick of th^Gis small t^Falk