Interpol - Obstacle 1

^FI wish i could ^Ameat the salt off ^Fyour last faded ^Amlips ^FWe can cap the old ^Amtimes make playin^Fg only logical h^Amarm ^FWe can top the old ^Amlines clay-making^F that nothing el^Amse will change. ^FBut she can read, she can ^Amread, she can read, she can read, she's ^Fbad ^FOh, she's bad ^{Am F Am}

^Fmaj7It's different now that I'm poor and ^C/Baging, I'll ^Amnever see this face ^Cmaj7again ^Fmaj7You go stabbing yourself i^C/Bn the n^Ameck ^{Cmaj7 Fmaj7}It's different now that I'm poor and ^C/Baging, and I'll ^Amnever see this place ^Cmaj7again ^Fmaj7And you go stabbing yourse^C/Blf in the ^Amneck ^Cmaj7

^FWe can find new ways of ^Amliving make playing only ^Flogical harm ^{Am F}And we can top the old times, ^Amclay-making that ^Fnothing else will ^Amchange. ^FBut she can read, she can read, she can ^Amread, she's bad^F Oh, she's ^Ambad

^Fmaj7It's different now that I'm poor and ^C/Baging, I'll ^Amnever see this face ^Cmaj7again ^Fmaj7You go stabbing yourself i^C/Bn the n^Ameck ^{Cmaj7 Fmaj7}It's different now that I'm poor and ^C/Baging, and I'll ^Amnever see this place ^Cmaj7again ^Fmaj7And you go stabbing yourse^C/Blf in the ^Amneck ^Cmaj7

^FIt's in the way that she ^Amposed, ^{F Am} it's in the ^Fthings that she puts in my ^Amhead ^{F Am} Her stories are ^Fboring and stuff.^Am She's always ^Fcalling my bluff.^Am She puts the, ^Fshe puts the weights into ^Cmaj7my little heart, And she ^Fgets in my room and she ^Cmaj7takes it apart. ^FShe puts the weights into ^Cmaj7my little heart, I said ^Fshe puts the weights into ^Cmaj7my little heart.

She packs it away^{F Am F}It's in the way that she walks^Cmaj7 Her heaven is ^Fnever enough ^Cmaj7 She puts the ^Fweights in my heart^Cmaj7 She puts, oh ^Fshe puts the weights into ^Cmaj7my little heart.