Miss You Tabulatur von Louis Tomlinson

C                   G
Is it my imagination?
                              Am
Is it something that I’m taking?
                            F
All the smiles that I’m faking
Everything is great
Everything is fucking great
 
  C                    G
Going out every weekend
                                 Am
Staring at the stars or the ceiling
                                 F
Hollywood friends, got to see them
Such a good time
I believe it this time

C
Tuesday night
        G
Glazed over eyes
       Am               F
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

 C                G
We’re dancing on tables
                 Am
Till I’m off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn’t get better, they say

                        G
We’re singing ‘til last call
                    Am
And it’s all out of tune
                                             F
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
                                   Fm
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you

                          G
Just like that and I’m sober
                             Am
I’m asking myself: Is it over?
                                F
Maybe I was lying when I told you
Everything is great
Everything is fucking great

 C                                        G
And all of these thoughts and the feelings
                                    Am
Chase you down if you don’t need them
                                     F
I’ve been checking my phone all evening
Such a good time
I believe it this time

C
Tuesday night
        G
Glazed over eyes
       Am               F
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

 C                G
We’re dancing on tables
                 Am
Till I’m off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn’t get better, they say

                        G
We’re singing ‘til last call
                    Am
And it’s all out of tune
                                             F
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
                                   Fm
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you

C                                               G
Now I’m asking my friends if I should say I’m sorry
G                                                Am
They say: Lad, give it time, there’s no need to worry
 Am
I can’t even be near the phone now
  F
I can’t even be with you alone now
 
       C
Oh how, shit changes
            G
We were in love
               Am
Now, we’re strangers
When I feel it coming up I just throw that shit away
 G
Get another two shots and it doesn’t matter anyway

 C                G
We’re dancing on tables
                 Am
Till I’m off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn’t get better, they say

                        G
We’re singing ‘til last call
                    Am
And it’s all out of tune
                                             F
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
                                   Fm
And it hits you when the lights go on

 C                G
We’re dancing on tables
                 Am
Till I’m off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn’t get better, they say

                        G
We’re singing ‘til last call
                    Am
And it’s all out of tune
                                             F
Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong
                                   Fm
And it hits you when the lights go on
Shit, maybe I miss you