Lorde - Buzzcut season

^Dm I remember when your head caught fla^Cme -^{F C F Am Dm} it kissed your scalp and caressed your br^Cain.^F (I remember wh^Cen your h^Fead caught flame.^Am) ^Dm "Well," you laughed, &quo^Ct;ba^Fby, ^Cit's^F oka^Amy. ^Dm It's buzzcut season anyway.^C&quo^Ft; ("Well," you l^Caughed^F, "^Ambaby, it's okay.")

Exp^Bblosions on TV, and all the g^Cirls with h^Dmeads inside a dream. So now ^Cwe l^Bbive beside the pool, where everyth^Cing is g^Dmood.

^Dm We ride the bus with the knees pulled i^Cn: ^{F C F Am Dm} people should see how we're livin^Cg. ^F (We ride the bus w^Cith the kn^Fees pulled in.)^{Am Dm} Shut my eyes to the song that plays^C - ^{F C F Am Dm} sometimes this has a hot, sweet tast^Ce. ^F (Shut my eyes ^Cto the s^Fong that plays^Am.)

The ^Bbmen up on the news, they try to t^Cell us ^Dmall that we will lose. But it's so ^Ceasy in this blue, where everything is g^Dmood.

And I'll never go h^Bbome again^Am. (P^Bblace the call, feel it st^Cart.) ^DmFavorite friend (and nothing's wrong, but nothi^Fng's t^Crue), I live ^Bbin a h^Cologram w^Amith y^Dmou. Where all the things that we ^Bbdo for fu^Amn (^Bband I'll breathe, and it g^Coes) p^Dmlay along. (Make believe, it's hyper-rea^Fl.) ^C But I l^Bbive in a hol^Cogram w^Amith ^Dmyou.

Cola with the burnt-o^Cut t^Faste^C... I^F'm the one you tell y^Amour fe^Cars to. There'll never be enough ^Amof ^Dmus.

Exp^Bblosions on TV, and all the g^Cirls with h^Dmeads inside a dream. So now ^Cwe live beside the pool, where everything is g^Dmood.

And I'll never go ho^Bbme again.^Am (Pl^Bbace the call, feel it sta^Crt.) ^DmFavorite friend (and nothing's wrong, but nothi^Fng's t^Crue), I live ^Bbin a h^Cologram w^Amith y^Dmou. Where all the things that we ^Bbdo for fu^Amn (^Bband I'll breathe, and it g^Coes) p^Dmlay along. (Make believe, it's hyper-rea^Fl.) ^C But I l^Bbive in a hol^Cogram w^Amith ^Dmyou.