Nick Lowe - Lately ive let things slide

^GWith a growing sense of dread And a hammer in my head Fully cl^Amothed upon the bed ^D7I wake up to the world that lately I've been living ^Gin ^GThere's a cut upon my brow Must have b^Bmanged myself somehow But I ca^Cn't remember now A^D7nd the front door's open wide Lately I've let things sl^Gide

^CI go to the bin, I throw the laundry in And pick out the cleanest shirt ^AThen I tell myself again I don't really h^D7urt

^GSmoking I once quit Now^Bm I got one lit I just f^Cell back into it ^D7Along with my pride Lately I've let things sl^Gide

^CI go to the bin, I throw the laundry in Dig out the cleanest shirt ^AWhen all at once I'm seized again by exquisite ^D7hurt

^GThat untouched takeaway I brought home the other day Has q^Cuite a lot to say ^D7The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide About how lately I've, let things s^Glide ^DI'm just about holding on But lately I've let things^G slide