Misc Originals - Saint grant - growing pains

Taste y^Cou on my ton^Ggue, on my ^Flips, on ^Cmy breath Like a ^Ckiss of your ^Ghurt that lea^Amves scars on my neck Like th^Ce bottoms of ^Gbottles that me^Fss with my head^C Ever si^Cnce you got u^Fp and you le^Gft

And I^Am must be stupid for l^Foving you so 'Cause I'm ^Cliving my li^Emfe like a fi^Amend Turned these ^Fgardens to graves With the^C worst growing pains That I^F'd ever kn^Cown to be^G

Col^Cd ocean blue,^G and your o^Fld stone-^Ccold stare How I'd b^Captize your t^Gears if you'd^Am answered my prayers V^Celvet red lig^Ght, how it mak^Fes the night b^Clush\ In smo^Cke screens of ro^Fse & rus^Gt

Bac^Ckseat blues i^Gn yellow ta^Fxi drives^C home Now, I'm ^Csneaking in l^Gate to my roo^Amm, all alone Oh, the ^Cfruit of the ^Gtrees, how it t^Fasted so sweet^C Now, it'^Cs tasting so b^Fitter to^G me

And ^AmI must be stupid for ^Floving you so 'Cause I'm ^Cliving my li^Emfe like a fi^Amend Turned these ^Fgardens to graves With the^C worst growing pains That I^F'd ever kn^Cown to be^G

O^Chh-oh^Emhh-ohh^Am-ohh ^C O^Fhh-ohh^C-ohhh^G O^Chh-oh^Emhh-ohh^Am-ohh ^C O^Fhh-ohh^C-ohhh^G

S^Cmoke from my f^Emingers A hu^Amrt that stil^Cl lingers B^Fitter, my s^Cugar pill sw^Geet Left ^Cme with the wo^Emrst Growing^Am pains & a hu^Crt That ^FI've ever^C known to^G be C