I've been G slipping through the C years, my o G ld clothes don't C fit like
Am C G (C, G, C)
they once did, so they hang like ghosts of the people I've been.
but it's like my G heart can't con C tain i G fall in C love every d Am ay
G (C, G, C)
and i feel like a fool.
I G have to face the t C ruth, that G no one could ever C look at me like you d Am o
C G (C, G, C)
like I'm something worth holding on to.
There's D times I think of l Am eaving, but it's s Em omething I'll never d C o.
Cause y G ou can do b D etter than E me, but Am I can't do b C etter than G you.
G You can do b D etter than E me, but Am I can't do C better than G you.
Death Cab For Cutie
