Martha - Do nothing

You called in sick for ^F#mwork ^{G#m E A} Leaving ^F#msome de^G#mtails unsp^Eoken And spent the day in ^F#mbed ^{G#m E A} 'Cause your ^F#mbeating ^G#mheart was b^Eroken Paracetamol and ^F#mCountdown ^{G#m E A} On ^F#mmute on ^G#mthe T^EV Thinking, 'Have I always ^F#mbeen like ^G#mthis?' ^{E A} The a^F#mrithme^G#mtic rep^Eeats Mulling over your a^F#mchievements ^{G#m E A} Every^F#mthing you ^G#mhaven't ^Edone Chalking off another ^F#mmilestone ^{G#m E A} Close the ^F#mcurtains, ^G#mset the ^Esun Never ever wanna ^F#mever wanna ^G#mgo out^Eside ^A Pull that ^F#mduvet ^G#mclose and ^Etight Just ign^F#more the ^G#mdying ^Elight ^A Count back to ^F#mone ^{G#m E}

^{A F#m} They say do whatever feels right ^{A E} But nothing ever feels right ^{A F#m} Weighing up the options ^{A E} Do nothing, do nothing ^C#mDo nothing all day, when that ^F#msong plays, your hands cover your face ^AFeels like nothing's ever gonna ^Echange

Years ^Eago, sat ^Bby the ^C#mroad Waiting for the ^F#mvan to ^G#mtow us ^Ahome I was ^Ecursing ^Bmy old ^C#mcar And you were ^F#mlooking ^G#mat the ^Astars and you said ^E'Every^Bthing is ^C#minfinite but ^F#mnothing ^G#mis e^Aternal.' 'Na^Eive ro^Bmantic ^C#mshite,' I thought, until I ^F#mwrote it in my journal

^EI won't ^Bever ^C#mclaim to have an answer ^F#mI'm ^G#mjust ^Ahoping there's a chance that ^EWhen the ^Bdarkness ^C#mgets around to leaving ^F#mWe can ^G#mget to^Agether for an evening ^EI won't ^Bever ^C#mclaim to have an answer ^F#mI'm ^G#mjust ^Ahoping there's a chance that ^EWhen the ^Bdarkness ^C#mgets around to leaving ^F#mWe can ^G#mget to^Agether for an evening ^ENothing ^Bis e^C#mternal ^F#mNothing ^G#mis e^Aternal ^EEvery^Bthing is ^C#minfinite But ^F#mnothing ^G#mis e^Aternal ^ENothing ^Bis e^C#mternal ^F#mNothing ^G#mis e^Aternal ^EEvery^Bthing is ^C#minfinite But ^F#mnothing ^G#mis e^Aternal