Eliza Gilkyson - Borderline

Baby, baby, I'm ^Fplaying it cool Like a ^Clove struck girl from my ^Gold high school You ^Ctaste so sweet

I'm trying hard to ^Ffollow my rules 'Cause ^CI don't want to be one of those^G forlorn fools ^COut on the street

Ah, but ^FI could fall, I know ^Cyou could too Right ^Gover the line you could ^Cbe mine But we're ^Fdoing the dance that two ^Clovers do When they're ^Gout of time O^Cn the bo-^Fo-^Co-^Go-rder^Cline ^{F C G}

^CBaby, I don't want you to ^Fsee me this way So ^Cvulnerable I give my heart a^Gway And it ^Cmakes me weak

Used to be I was a ^FRock of Gibraltar Now I ^Cstumble all over m-my ^Gfeet and I falter When I ^Ctry to speak

^FOut on the edge of the ^Cgreat divide The un^Gspeakable chasm is be^Ctween us And the ^Fplaces we run to, though ^Cwe cannot hide From the ^Gneon sign O^Cn the bo-^Fo-^Co-^Go-rder^Cline ^{F C G C F C G C}

I don't ^Fwant to waste anymore ^Ctime around here If ^Gno one's going to throw me a ^Cheart line Oh, it ^Fmight be the right thing to ^Cjust disappear By the ^Gmorning time O^Cn the bo-^Fo-^Co-^Go-rder^Cline ^{F C G} Fr^Com the bo-^Fo-^Co-^Go-rder^Cline ^{F C G C F C G C}