Dear and the Headlights - Flowers for my brain

^AWe're just whistling past the g^Eraveyard Laughing in backseats and re^Astaurants Don't know ourselves well but so ^Ewhat

^BmFloating down from all my mixed up meditations ^ETrying to straighten out my spine ^F#minIt's been folding in the moments that I need it ^DI'm obsessing over finish lines ^BmAsked you why you're smiling every time you see me ^ESaid I remind you of a joke ^F#minI think you might actually me on to something ^DThere's no point in trying to take ourselves ^Eso seriously

^AWe're swaying in subconscious subways so i^Ensane But your thoughts still bring flowers for m^Ay brain And I still pull my hands past your ^Eribcage Hoping my movements might f^Bmind their place at your ^Eside For as l^Bmong as you'd ^Elike And we will weave in and out of sanity u^Annoticed Swirling in blissfully rest^Eless visions of all our bleary p^Arogress Glowing in radiant m^Eadness Certain of all we're b^Bmecome

^BmNow we're sneaking out the backdoor of our A^Emerican minds ^F#minGonna leave a couple hundred years of bad trad^Dition behind ^BmDone with swimming in the sea of agitated a^Enimal doubt ^F#minGonna make up out own meanings till the f^Dinal blackout (x2)

^AWe're just whistling past the g^Eraveyard donezo.