Difficulty
Intermediate
Rate for accuracy
🎸
Verse:
Ab Fm7 Db
I was face down on the floor when it fell from the ceiling
Ab Db Fm7 Db
A slap on the sunburn, a lust for the feeling
Ab Fm Db
of sweating on a curb in deep Indiana
Ab Fm7 Db Eb
Dreaming of that Chinese in Champaign-Urbana
Chorus:
Ab Fm7 Db Eb
I'll be waiting at the door
Ab Db Eb
Aging and desperate to ig-nore
Eb Fm7 Db Eb
every day that ne-ver was
Fm7 Db Ab
It felt so great to feel so lost,
Bridge:
Ab Fm Db Ab Ab Fm Db
Verse:
Ab Fm Db
No one's showing up, so we treat it like practice
Ab Dbm D
No one's pulling hair over snow storms or taxes
Ab Fm Db
Sitting on the couch at Megan's with Brian
Ab Fm Db Eb Eb Eb Eb
Telling us about some malt liquor king ca-aaaan
Edited Chorus:
Fm Db Eb
That he shotgunned in the woods
Ab/C Db Ab Eb
Felt like a ghost next to his buds
Fm Db Eb
You know, I tried it once and I
Fm Db Ab
saw the moment that I'd die
Solo:
Bbm7 Bbm7 Eb Ab Db Ab Db Eb Bbm Bbm Eb Ab Db Ab Db Eb Db Ab/C Db Eb
Chorus:
Fm Db Eb
I'll be waiting at the door
Ab/C Db Ab Eb
Aging and desperate to ig-nore
Fm Db Eb
every day that ne-ver was
Fm Db Eb Ab
It felt so great to feel so lost"
Song History
Published: August 19, 2025
Last Updated: September 10, 2025