Chords with lyrics
Key: Am
Chorus:
Am
My blanket sends you a postcard saying
F
"It's not the same without you here."
D
My pillow would like for you to know
E
That a piece of it dies whenever you go
Am
And you are the man for me
F D E
But I'm not sure if I'm your kind of girl
A F#m
As I was walking down the street today
D E
I said "Hello" to everything I saw
A F#m
When they asked how I was I would say
D E
"I'm good
I'm great
I'm really really great."
Verse:
A E D
It's late November and the weather could not have been
E
Any better than the weather was today
A E
Yesterday was Thanksgiving and tomorrow will be Christmas
D E
If I had a pen and paper I'd write to you everyday
A F#m D
After December it's hard to remember how good life's always feeling
E
But then it will be spring
A F#m
If I had a doppelganger I would send her out to see you
D E
But now you're in L.A., that city rubs me the wrong way
Chorus:
Am
My curtains miss the sound of your voice
F
My sheets are expecting a souvenir
D
The rug on my floor is slightly resentful
E
But all is forgiven whenever you're near
Am
And you are the man for me
F D E
But I'm not sure if I'm your kind of girl
A F#m
As I was walking down the street today
D E
I said "Hello" to everything I saw
A F#m
When they asked how I was I would say
D E
"I'm good
I'm great
I'm really really great."
Verse:
A E
At the end of April I'll be 24
D E
And soon after that I will be 25
A E
If it still feels like forever since the last time that I saw you
D E
When I turn 26 I will do something about it
A F#m
I would write you an epic album
D E
If I could do more than just sing and play bass
A F#m
And if I could do more than just walk and run
D E
I would drive to you and sing it to your face
A F#m
When I ask you your opinion you would say
D E
"It's good, it's great, it's really really great."
Chorus:
Then I'd say
Am
You are the man for me
F D E
But I'm not sure if I'm your kind of girl
Am
My blanket sends you a postcard saying
F
"It's not the same without you here."
D
My pillow would like for you to know
E
That a piece of it dies whenever you go
Am:
