Waxahatchee - Cant do much

We will ^Gcoalesce our heaven and^C hell My eyes ^Groll around like dice on the ^Cfelt My mind ^Gturns to something useless and ^Ctrite My un^Geasiness materia^Clize

I want ^Gyou ^C All the ^Gtime ^C San^Gity ^C Nulli^Gfy ^C

When you’re ^Gmissing me oh what do you s^Cee? Something w^Gild that you think you’ll never ^Cbe Something s^Gafe that you’re content to l^Ceave Something v^Gersitile that’ll fill all your n^Ceeds

^D I^G g^Cive it to you all on a ^Dday I^G l^Cove you to the day I l^Gove you to the day I l^Cove you to the day I l^Gove you to the day I die ^D I guess it don’t matter wh^Gy

In my l^Goneliness I’m locked in a r^Coom When you s^Gee me I am honey on a sp^Coon Do you th^Gink that you were reading my m^Cind My uneas^Giness material^Cize

I'm wai^Gting^C All the ^Gtime ^C San^Gity ^C Nulli^Gfy ^C

^D I^G h^Cold my breath and don’t make a s^Dound I^G L^Cove you that much any ^GLove you that much any L^Cove you that much any L^Gove you that much any^Dhow Can’t do much about it n^Gow

I want ^Gyou ^C All the ^Gtime ^C San^Gity ^C Nulli^Gfy ^C