Verse:

^EbI've got my things, I'm good to go ^GmYou met me at the terminal ^CmJust one more ^Abplane ride and it's do^Ebne. ^Ebmaj7 ^EbWe stood like statues at the gate ^GmVacation's come and gone too late ^CmThere's so much ^Absun where I'm from ^EbI had to give it away^Ebmaj7, had to give you awa^Eby. ^EbAnd we spent four days on an ^Gmisland At your family's old ^Cmhotel. Sometimes per^Abfection can be, ^EbIt can be perfect H^Ebmaj7ell, ^AbPerfect.

Chorus:

^AbHours pass, and she still counts the minutes That I ^Ebam not there I swear I didn't mean for it to ^Abfeel like this Like every inch of me is ^Ebbruised, bruised. ^AbDon't fly fast. Oh, pilot can you help me Can you ^Ebmake this last' This plane is all I got So keep it ^Absteady now, cos every inch you see is ^EbBruised^Ebmaj7

Verse: I lace my Chucks I walk the aisle, I take my pills, the babies cry. All I hear Is what's playing through the in-flight radio Now every word of every song I've ever heard that made me want to stay Is what's playing through the in-flight radio And I, I am finally waking up. Chorus Bridge:

^EbSo read your books but ^Gmstay out late ^CmSome nights, some nights. And ^Ebdon't think that you ^Gmcan't stop by the^Cm bar. You ^Ebhaven't shown your ^Gmface here since the bad^Cm news. I'm ^Ebhere til close, with ^Gmfingers crossed, Each ^Abnight cos your place ^Bbisn't far. Ab Eb (Ebsus4) And hours pass, and hours pass. ^AbYeah, Yeah

Chorus

Jack's Mannequin - Bruised