Split, Splitting taby ukulele według Mal Blum

DA
Construction zone outside my window
      G
 I fell out of bed again
        D  
I'm getting used to it 
        A
But you wept You said I tasted like pain to you
   G              
I think that it's just a mood 
 D
But I hope it starts leaving soon
 G    Bm          A     GD     A       
Like I do, like I do, like I do, like I do, like I do, like I do  
       D       A
So I left then too, I slept in a parking lot
  GD
Used to feel dangerous now it's just sad 

Stories you tell to them
  A     G
Memories of fallen men Ball steps and pirhouettes
 D  
And I hadn't met you yet 
           G   Bm   A   GBmA
It's not true, its not true, its not true, its not true, its not true, its not true   
D        A
Me? I still don't know a broken down But faithful radio
    G   D
A dopplering, dropped slur from a car Window, the sun on the ground
       A
But you? I do raised red flags and charm And all 
       G      
I bet you taste like my manias 
        D
Bet I don't want to find out
         G    B        A  G       B  A
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I do 
     D      A       G
So I folded and I fell like an actor then Performing a narrative
      D
Dressing, undressing it 

Is this how it's always been?
     A      
Don't know what the problem is 
            G      D
People abandoning You without cause

And you think that I won't 
    A
lonely looking Young and vulnerable
                                    G     D
I bet you taste like my lowest lows Bet I don't ever want to know 
         G   Bm         A   G       D
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I do