Millie Tizzard - My house (pvris)

I feel y^Bmou in th^Dese wall^As, You're a cold air creeping ^Bmin, ^DChill me to my bones and sk^Gin. I heard ^Bmyou dow^Dn the ha^All, But it's vacant when I'm looking ^Bmin, ^DOh Who let you i^Gn? You ^Bmwalk around like^D you own t^Ahe place, But y^Bmou never sa^Dy anythin^Gg. I c^Bmaught you wal^Dking straigh^At through my walls, Gu^Bmess it was all my faul^Dt. I think I let you ^Gin.

^GNever thought that I would f^Emeel like this, ^BmSuch a mess when I'm in y^Aour presence. I've h^Gad enough, I think you^Em've been making me sick, ^BmGotta get you out of my s^Aystem. Yeah ^GIt's my house, ^EmNow I think it's time to get out. ^BmIt's my soul, ^AIt isn't yours anymore. ^GIt's my house, ^EmAnd I think it's time to get o^Bmut. Ye^Aah, I think it's time to get out.

You're at m^Bmy bedro^Dom door^A, Heard your footsteps on the f^Bmloor, Clos^Der than ever be^Gfore. And now you'^Bmre in m^Dy roo^Am, You're a cold air creeping t^Bmhrough, Un^Dder sheets avoiding y^Gou. You w^Bmalk around I can ^Dhear you pa^Ace, ^BmCircling my^D bed fram^Ge. Oh but ^Bmnow we're f^Dace to fa^Ace, Head on my pillowca^Bmse, But ^Ddarling, you can't st^Gay.

^GNever thought that I would f^Emeel like this, ^BmSuch a mess when I'm in y^Aour presence. I've h^Gad enough, I think you^Em've been making me sick, ^BmGotta get you out of my s^Aystem. Yeah ^GIt's my house, ^EmNow I think it's time to get out. ^BmIt's my soul, ^AIt isn't yours anymore. ^GIt's my house, ^EmAnd I think it's time to get o^Bmut. Ye^Aah, I think it's time to get out.

^GHaven't you h^Aeard? ^BmI'm not yours a^Dnymore. I'm not y^Gours anymo^Are.

^GNever thought that I would f^Emeel like this, ^BmSuch a mess when I'm in y^Aour presence. I've h^Gad enough, I think you^Em've been making me sick, ^BmGotta get you out of my s^Aystem. Yeah ^GIt's my house, ^EmNow I think it's time to get out. ^BmIt's my soul, ^AIt isn't yours anymore. ^GIt's my house, ^EmAnd I think it's time to get o^Bmut. Ye^Aah, I think it's time to get out.