Matt Nathanson - Last days of summer in san francisco

^C We spent July in a Berkeley basement, ^F Half read books, and bold declarations. ^Am There was so much I didn't believe in And the^Fn, there was you. ^C You made me brave, you made me stupid ^F Gave me this skin, that I could move in. ^Am We're gonna leave them where they stand ^F

^CLove, no one cares ^G About the storie^Ams they're not in. ^F We'll ^Cfade out to whispers^F, It's the la^Amst days of summer in San Francisco. ^F

^C The kitchen's cold and the tea kettle whistles. ^F The J-Church rolls and rattles our windows. ^Am There's no nostalgia here; it's just now, baby, no^Fw. ^C I was a fire that you started ^F For once, I knew everything that I wanted. ^Am We're gonna leave them where they stand, ^F

^CLove, no one cares ^G About the storie^Ams they're not in. ^F We'll ^Cfade out to whispers^F, It's the la^Amst days of summer in San Francisco, ^{F C G} It's the la^Amst days of summer in San Francisco. ^F

^CLove, no one cares ^G About the storie^Ams they're not in. ^F We'll ^Cfade out to whispers^F, It's the la^Amst days of summer in San Francisco, ^{F C G} It's the la^Amst days of summer in San Francisco. ^F