Hank Green and the Perfect Strangers - Marilyn hanson

^GDid you ever wann^Ca go To ^Gback where we were be^Dfore Sm^Gell that pot smoke waftin^Cg out From^G under your dad’s d^Door And the ^Gsteak-knives, by the ^Cbedside Jokes^G cracked in the bl^Cack light They were^D maybe not the best times Bu^Ct, well, I’ve had w^Dorse And I ^Gwouldn’t trade those memories For t^Che whole fucking e^Darth

Dancing to H^Canson, and Marilyn ^DManson And I know that ^Cthat doesn’t make even a little bit of se^Gnse That was the ^Cpoint, that beautiful i^Dncongruence We didn’t ^Cfit, and we di^Ddn’t care That feel^Cings still with me, it^D’s everywhere It ^Cdidn’t matter and i^Dt didn’t matter D (stop) G To anyone but ourselves

And^G of course we drift^C apart And m^Gaybe we’d lose ^Dtouch Even^G though we’re not t^Cogether It ^Gmatters just a^Ds much Cuz^G when you’d say I wa^Cs OK I^G believed it in^C a new way And as the s^Dun rose on that dusty couch and ^Cwe were still ^Dawake You ^Ghad nothing to give me, but you^C gave it all the ^Dsame

Dancing to H^Canson, and Marilyn^D Manson And I know that ^Cthat doesn't make even a little bit ^Gof sense That was the ^Cpoint, that beau^Dtiful incongruence We d^Cidn’t fit, and we didn't^D want to That f^Ceeling still with me, in^D everything I do I^Ct didn’t matter and i^Dt didn’t matter D (stop) C To anyone but ourselves