Jenny Owen Youngs - Last person

^CWell you're sitting on the ^Ambarstool Keeping ^Fmotionless as you can ^Cbe ^CThinking maybe if you ^Amlucky ^FLife is like T-Rex and s^Ctillness will sweep you ^Amaway To ^Gwhere its s^Cafe

^CCause you're feeling like the last ^Amperson ^FLeft on the planet ^Ctonight ^CAnd your scanning the ^Amhorizon Seeking ^Fout sign of life and you ^Cpray you're wrong but you're ^Amright So h^Gold on t^Cight

^CCause all that stares b^Amack at you are ^Fbloodless zombie e^Cyes ^CWhy don't ^Amcome on h^Fome with me to^Cnight, al^Amright, al^Fright

I'm not t^Amrying to make you t^Ghink this is some k^Cind of great big d^Feal I just k^Amnow exa^Gctly how you f^Ceel I could ^Ambe the one you r^Geach for in the ^Cmiddle of the ^Fnight ^AmLet me be the ^Gone who treats you ^Cright ^{F Am}Let me be the ^Gone who treats you ^Cright ^F

Now I know ^Cyou never ^Amseen me ^FThere's no reason for you to pay ^Cmine ^CBut I'm asking very ^Amnicely All it t^Fakes is one chance to start ^Cleaving the dead ^Ambehind And ^Gtry out walking ^Clife

^CWhat's the worst thing that could h^Amappen ^FWe find out that we don't ^Cfit ^CBut on the flipside we could be ^Amjust right And ^Fsure there's a chance that we'll b^Coth and up broken and ^Amsplit But t^Ghats my kind of ^Crisk

So quit worrying where they'll fall if you should roll the d^Cice Why don't you come home with me to^Cnight, al^Amright, al^Fright

I'm not t^Amrying to make you t^Ghink this is some k^Cind of great big d^Feal I just k^Amnow exa^Gctly how you f^Ceel I could ^Ambe the one you r^Geach for in the ^Cmiddle of the ^Fnight ^AmLet me be the ^Gone who treats you ^Cright ^{F Am}Let me be the ^Gone who treats you ^Cright ^F