Verse 1: A Get me the fuck out of Florida F#m Get me back to that parking lot E Let me dwell in my run off thoughts D A I'd be better off but not anywhere F#m I need wet feet and harsher air
E D Divorced Mothers and bedrooms where I can lay my head A And the fact that I had even tried F#m E D To change myself erase myself from stories that I wrote Pre-Chorus: F#m E D Traits to fit a state that I know F#m E D Was opposite but possibly home But this place isn't home Chorus: A A D#|-----------------------------------------------------------| A#|-----------------------------------------------------------| F#|-------9h11--9----9-----------------9h11--9----9-----------| C#|---7/9---------11---11/9-7------7/9---------11---11/9-7/9--| G#|-0----------------------------0----------------------------| C#|-----------------------------------------------------------| D D D#|-----------------------------------------------------------| A#|-----------------------------------------------------------| F#|-------9h11--9----9-----------------9h11--9----9-----------| C#|---7/9---------11---11/9-7------7/9---------11---11/9-7/9--| G#|-----------------------------------------------------------| C#|-0----------------------------0----------------------------| Verse 2: A Give me back city train tracks and F#m Stolen cigarettes shared with friends E School yard fights and the understanding D A From parents that were misunderstood F#m Despite their efforts of doing good E I miss the dead grass and broken wood D That surrounded the whole A House that I would come to find F#m E Would represent the first thing I made and truly loved D (It's not enough to) Pre-Chorus: F#m E D Change what's in the back of my mind F#m E D Despite the things that I've grown to like F#m E D And I know it's easier here to get by on my own F#m E D But I'd rather be in a hole at home And this place isn't home Chorus: A D Cold Bones, Cold Bones A D Cold Bones, Cold Bones F#m E D F#m E D Cold Bones, Cold Bones Bridge: A F#m You can't take the cold out of my bones E When they're brittle and they're old D A They'll break and fall like snow F#m E D Thick and heavily stick to a Long Island street until A Decaying and waiting for F#m E D 3 months of growth to force new times to come F#m E D Burning every inch of my skin F#m E D Waiting for the summer to end F#m E D And I'm not naive to the fact that the choice is my own F#m E D Just right now I found something to grow But this place isn't home Outro: A D Cold Bones, Cold Bones A D A Cold Bones, Cold Bones A A D#|-----------------------------------------------------------| A#|-----------------------------------------------------------| F#|-------9h11--9----9-----------------9h11--9----9-----------| C#|---7/9---------11---11/9-7------7/9---------11---11/9-7/9--| G#|-0----------------------------0----------------------------| C#|-----------------------------------------------------------| D D A D#|--------------------------------------------------------------| A#|--------------------------------------------------------------| F#|-------9h11--9----9-----------------9h11--9----9--------------| C#|---7/9---------11---11/9-7------7/9---------11---11/9-7/9--7--| G#|--------------------------------------------------------------| C#|-0----------------------------0-------------------------------| ************************************ | x Dead note | h Hammer-on | / Slide up ************************************
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