Phantom Planet - After hours acoustic

^EWatching ^Amevery^Abody ^Eleaving, I tell myself, &^Bquot;Looks ^Amcan be^A deceiving." Abm C#m A* B* Oh, I'm hoping that I'm not dead right Abm C#m A* B* This after hours, afterlife Abm C#m A* B* A E A E A E I'm not ready to die in style to-night. ^ETried to follow you out, ^BBut I did not ^Aknow where you'd be leading on, ^EAnd you might think people don't ^Blive through being ^Adead wrong. ^EWell I guess that your parents ^Bmust have raised a ^Athemselves a strictly pious daughter, ^E'Cause you move through this crowd ^BJust like parting ^Awater.

Oh you ^Abmdress ^C#mso nice A* B* You dress to kill ^AbmThey drop ^C#mlike flies A* B* A E A E A E But who's the funeral for?

^AAfter^Ewhile these ^Ahot, hot ^Enights can turn^A ever^Eything ^Bsour Oh, ^AI know it's ^Enot hard to ^Aget in ^Etrouble after ^Bhours.