Obstacle 1 chords by Interpol

F              Am               F               Am
I wish i could eat the salt off your last faded lips
F                  Am               F               Am
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
F                  Am               F               Am
We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change.
F                         Am                                      F
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
F              Am               F               Am
Oh, she's bad

Fmaj7                                C/B         Am                  Cmaj7
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
Fmaj7                     C/B    Am                  Cmaj7
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
Fmaj7                                C/B             Am                   Cmaj7
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
Fmaj7                     C/B       Am                  Cmaj7
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

F                       Am                       F               Am
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
F                             Am               F                 Am
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change.
F                                       Am             F
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
          Am
Oh, she's bad

Fmaj7                                C/B         Am                  Cmaj7
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
Fmaj7                     C/B    Am                  Cmaj7
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
Fmaj7                                C/B             Am                   Cmaj7
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
Fmaj7                     C/B       Am                  Cmaj7
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

F                        Am     F    Am
It's in the way that she posed,
            F                          Am     F    Am
it's in the things that she puts in my head
                F                Am
Her stories are boring and stuff.
             F                Am
She's always calling my bluff.
              F                         Cmaj7
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart,
        F                       Cmaj7
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
F                         Cmaj7
She puts the weights into my little heart,
       F                         Cmaj7
I said she puts the weights into my little heart.

F Am
                 F   Am
She packs it away

F                             Cmaj7
It's in the way that she walks
              F            Cmaj7
Her heaven is never enough
             F                  Cmaj7
She puts the weights in my heart
             F                         Cmaj7
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart.