Laura Stevenson and the Cans - 808

^GAugust spent, your basement ^Capartment I fell thought your ^Emfloor cradle and ^Call, I fell through your ^Gfloor but ^GI can't spill through your ^Cfists until my hands are solid ^Emwhite My lungs are buckled ^Ctight togethe^Gr ^EmMy ^Csliding ^Ddrawl is ^Emlike a c^Cannon^Dball Ill ^Emslur ^Cmyself to ^Gsleep ^Doutside your ^Gdoor

^GTheres a ghost way up the^C northeast coast and it'll break your ^Emheart harder than ^CI could ^Gever ^Gand that ghost claws at my ^Emarms it make me do wrong it make me do ^Cwrong and it pushes you ^Ddown and rattles the ^Gwalls, and it's sorry, it's sorry, it's sorry ^Emso even^C though its ^Dcold and it^Em breaks ^Capart your ^Dbones it's ^Emfloating ^Curgent^Gly out^Dside your door^G

^Gwhen you spoke, when you speak, ^Cbroken on your ^Gknees ^GI'm a joke, I'm asleep ^Cplease please please, ^Gplease please

^EmI'll be ^Con my ^Gfeet if you^D want me ^EmI'll be ^Con my ^Gfeet if you ^Dneed ^EmI'll be ^Con my ^Gfeet if you ^Dwant me to be^G