Sycamore Leaves chords by Moselle Galbraith

• Difficulty: Beginner

Key: D

Verse 1:
A                 G
Palm trees and sycamore leaves
F#m         G
Find both along my street but I
A             G
Only see the one changing
            F#m             G
Though they feel the same breeze
A                G
Double-checking all my blind spots
F#m           D
Hoping maybe I'll find the plot but I
 A                G
Can't shake the feeling I'm not
      F#m          G
Gonna be what you want

Chorus:
   A                      G
Honeysuckle, barricade, bare knuckle, palisade
F#m                       G
I asked for stitches but they had a bandaid
   A                   G
Breakneck, headbang, dance to the air raid
F#m                   G
Packed quarters for lunch but the arcade
  A                      G               F#m    D
Sounds like fun, gotta hunch I might break my highscore babe
A                      G
I'm superstitious but you drink the Kool Aid,
F#m                    G
Glass house on a molehill by the Rite Aid
A                G
Afraid they'll throw their stones,
F#m                  D
Have you tried dropping yours?

Verse 2:
A                  G
I don't blame the person I tried to be,
F#m               G
I know that she tried her best for me
A                   G
I don't extend the same grace to current me,
F#m            G
Pretty mad at that bitch currently
A     G       F#m          G
I make mistakes and claim I've learned,
A               G          F#m                 G
Then touch the fire like I don't know that it burns

Chorus:
   A                      G
Honeysuckle, barricade, bare knuckle, palisade
F#m                       G
I asked for stitches but they had a bandaid
   A                   G
Breakneck, headbang, dance to the air raid
F#m                   G
Packed quarters for lunch but the arcade
  A                      G               F      D
Sounds like fun, gotta hunch I might break my highscore babe
A                      G
I'm superstitious but you drink the Kool Aid
F#m                    G
Glass house on a molehill by the Rite Aid
A                G
Afraid they'll throw their stones
F#m                  D
Have you tried dropping yours?

Bridge:
           G
There's an obelisk at the bottom of the lake
        A
And it's obvious that the fish are all fake
          D
And they watch us drown as they take their place
         C
Like an audience with money to waste
          G           A
And they throw out a raft just for a laugh
 D            C
Take up the slack before you're attached,
  G                A
Throw out again a line again looking back
 D              C                  G
Just to reel it in again twice as fast.
            A                      D    C
It's not a joke but the punchline guts
 G             F#m               E
What about my suffering's so damn fun?

Verse 3:
A                 G
Palm trees and sycamore leaves
F#m         G
Find both along my street but I
A             G
Only see the one changing
            F#m             G
Though they feel the same breeze
A                G
Double-checking all my blind spots
F#m           G
Hoping maybe I'll find the plot but I
 A                G
Can't shake the feeling I'm not
      F#m          D
Gonna be what you want