Phoebe Bridgers - Chinese satellite

^GI've been running ^Dadd11/F#around in c^Cadd9ircles ^GPretending to ^Dadd11/F#be myself ^{Cadd9 G}Why would somebody ^A7sus4do this on^Cadd9 purpose ^GWhen they could do^Dadd11/F# something e^Cadd9lse? ^Em7Drowning ^Em11/Aout the ^Cadd9morning birds With the^G same three songs^Dsus4 over and ov^Cadd9er I wish I ^Gwrote it, but I ^Dsus4didn't so I l^Cadd9earn the words Hum al^Gong 'til the feeling's ^Dadd11/F#gone forever ^Cadd9

Took a ^Cadd9tour to ^Gsee the ^Dsus4stars But th^A7sus4ey weren't out ton^Cadd9ight So I wished ^Cadd9hard on a ^GChinese satel^Dsus4lite I ^Cadd9want to bel^Gieve^{Dsus4 Cadd9}Instead I look at the ^Gsky and I feel ^Dsus4nothing ^Cadd9You know I ^Ghate to be a^Dsus4lone I want to be ^Cadd9wrong

^GYou were screamin' at the ^Dadd11/F#Evangelica^Cadd9ls They were ^Gscreamin' right back from ^Dsus4what I remembe^Cadd9r When you said ^GI will ^Dsus4never be your ^Cadd9vegetable Because ^GI think when you're ^Dadd11/F#gone it's foreve^Cadd9r But ^Gyou know I'd ^Cadd9stand on the ^Gcorner Emb^Dsus4arrassed with a ^A7sus4picket ^Cadd9sign If it ^Cadd9meant I would ^Gsee you When I ^Dsus4die

Sometimes ^Cadd9when I can't ^Gsleep^{Dsus4 Cadd9}It's just a matter of ^Gtime before I'm ^Dsus4hearing things ^Cadd9Swore I could ^Gfeel you through the ^Dsus4walls ^Dsus4But that's impossible ^Cadd9I want to bel^Gieve^{Dsus4 Cadd9}That if I go out^Gside I'll see a ^Dsus4tractor beam ^Cadd9Coming to ^Gtake me to w^Dsus4here I'm from ^Dsus4I want ^Em11/Ato go h^Cadd9ome