Hank Green - 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 dadâ€^D™s 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 ^Dhad worse 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 ^Gof sense That was the ^Cpoint, that beautiful i^Dncongruence We didnâ?^C?™t fit, and ^Dwe didn’t care That feel^Cings still with me, it^D’s everywhere It ^Cdidn’t matter ^Dand it didn’t matter D (stop) G To anyone but ourselves

And^G of course we drift^C apart And m^Gaybe we’d ^Dlose touch Even^G though we’re ^Cnot together It ^Gmatters just a^Ds much Cuz^G when you’d say^C I was 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 d^Didn't want to That f^Ceeling still with me, in^D everything I do I^Ct didn’t matter ^Dand it didn’t matter To a^D(stop)nyone but our^Cselves