It's Cold Out Here Ukulele chords by Modern Baseball

Db
Don't call me now, I am in bed.
 Fm
I've sacrificed all chances for street-cred
 Eb
As a result of sticking near
 Ab
The same bed time for 13 years
 Db
But you know this I've said it before
 Fm
There's lots of things I've said before
 Eb
Lots of things you kind of ignored
(don't play)
And brushed it off, you always brushed it off

Db Fm Eb Ab

Db
Pacing down the hallway stairs
Fm
Mental notes of quick repairs
Eb
To gaps in my story for tomorrow morning
Am
Of why I was up at this hour (you owe me)
Db
When I have children of my own
Fm
And when they have children of their own
Eb
I?ll spit and spew of my dumbass high school endeavors
Ab
with prideful tone (i wish they were so much better)
Db
But when my freezing lower limbs
Fm
approach that sly grinning little shit
Eb
I knew the truth in every vowel sound
Am
that I had admitted just two nights before
Eb                    Ab               Db
Goodbye was not an option,
Eb                          Ab                             Db
It?s clear to you but to no one was it clearer than to me
Eb                       Ab                Db
Since day one I've been locked in,
Eb                 Ab                      Db
I?m not fucking hanging up.

Db Fm Eb Ab
Db Fm Eb Ab
Db Ab Db Ab

Ab                              Db
I told you I loved you just outside your mom?s place.
Ab                                   Db
You laughed then you felt bad as we sat there red-faced.
Fm                            Db
I felt like a bitch so I told you to get out,
Fm            Eb                      Db