Dog Problems taby ukulele według The Format

Don't you dare... Speak someone you don't know.
          C
They'll feel it in the back of their throat.
   Am
We know I can't construct a poem,

Cause words like girls get bored and run
           F
C'est la vie, I say "I've got so many better things"
             G
I've got nothing, you should see me,
    G           G        G
I smoke myself to sleep

                      C
And blame postmodern things I can't relate,

Like summer camp and coastal states.
       Am
Like alcohol and coffee beans.

Dance floors and magazines.
  F
I think its safe to say I've only got myself to blame
                 G
But boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,

Taking pictures of themselves

C   Am   F   G

             C
And so I walk the web in search of love,

But always seem to end up stuck
       Am
I'm finding flaws in everyone

I've reached the point where all I want,
       F
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up
           G
We are parallel lines we're running in circles,

We're never meant to cross


           C
I'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,


My pussycat, my trampoline
        Am
Now alls I get are wincing cheeks,

And dog problems, I signed a lease
F
Thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park
              G
Instead I broke a girl's heart,

And flew back to Phoenix to finish the year as it started


            C                                                       Am                      F
Can you hear me? Are you listening? This is the sound of my heart breaking
        C                                              Am          F                  C
And I hope it's entertaining, Cause for me it's a (bad word) Was it worth it?
                                                           Am                  F
When you slept with him? Did you get it all out of your system?


C                Dm                   Em                        F                        G
I am a man, Holding it all, I couldn't breath, Coming across, I didn't know
Am                B-Am-G-F-Em-Dm-C-Bb-Am-G
I couldn't give u------------uu--------------------up

C                                  C
B is for believing you'd always be here for me
A
E is for everything, even when we see it though
F
C, c is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me
G
To A because, because, you always run away


        C
I never finish phrases, I misspell.

Open arms are prison cells.
  Am
When I said, "I hate what I've become"

I lied, I hated who I was.
   F
So when you start to wonder 'bout the pain in my throat,
                                                                                 
                                                     C    G      C
Then don't you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don't know.