Noah Gundersen - Watermelon

It’s not ^Deasy to ^Gplease ^Ame, I ^Bmknow I ^Gwish that I could ^Dgive you some good ^Anews But my h^Deart beats like a ^Gtattoo on an ^Aold tin ^Bmdrum It's ^Grolling down the ^Dgray gravel ^Aroad From the ^Bmhouse that ^Aused to be my ^Ghome Before the ^Dhard times

Well, ^BmI got sick and ^Athrew up in my ^Dmouth At the ^Gthought of ^Dever missing ^Aout On the ^Bmbright blue world, all the ^Gbeautiful girls in it ^D But ^Bmyou were something ^Asweet enough to ^Dstick A ^GJolly Rancher ^Dwet against my ^Alips And my ^Bmteeth are digging into your ^Gwatermelon skin And I ^Ddon’t know what to do ^Anow

I get this ^Dfeeling ^Gevery ^Agoddamn ^Bmtime ^GLine up all my ^Dfailures in a ^Aroom At least I've ^Bmgot some ^Athings to ^Gshow A lot of good ^Alove, a lot of good ^Bmluck A lot of good ^Gtiming, a lot of good ^Dfucks A couple bad ^Aapples, a lot of good ^Bmfriends A couple dis^Geases, a couple dead ^Dends A whole lot of ^Alate nights, a whole lot of ^Bmbooze A whole lot of ^Gholes you can stick it in^Dto But this hole in my ^Achest won’t let me ^Bmrest So I’m trying my ^Gbest to fill it with ^Dyou