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Version 1
Artist: Jeff Rosenstock
Song: ***BNB
Album: No Dream (2020)
Chord Info
D/F# B/D# Eb/G
e|-----|-----|-----|
B|-----|-----|-----|
G|--11-|--8--|--5--|
D|--12-|--9--|--6--|
A|--9--|--6--|--3--|
E|-----|-----|-----|
[Verse 1]
E A B E
Sam, Your mom has secretly been renting out your home.
A B C#m
I used the shower sponge when you went to Spain alone.
D A
She told us it’s been rough and you deserved a break
C E
and marrying that guy, obviously was mistake
A B E
you had a couple kids but now he’s always gone
A B C#m
and you’re stuck sweeping hair at your mommy’s hair salon.
D A
The flat you have upstairs, tucked in the suburbs safe,
C B
is running low on bread and other amenities
A B E A B E A B
‘cause your mom’s been secretly renting your plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.
E A B E A B
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace.
[Verse 2]
E A B E
Al, your elevator looked in hella disrepair
A B C#m
but I’m not fuckin’ with a dozen flights of stairs.
D F#m
I tenderized my legs somewhere in Germany
C B E
trying to convince the bored to pay attention to me.
A B E
The absinthe that we drank? I’m not sure it was real.
A B C#m
Massage place in the building? We know what‘s the fuckin’ deal
D F#m
‘cause fratboys wait outside, pretending their not there,
C B A
avert their glassy eyes, but I don’t really care.
[Bridge]
B A E B/D#
I don’t wanna lay in bed and stare at the ceiling
C#m Eb/G C#m
While chasing the fleeting
C D
There’s too much in my head to sleep
G D/F#
And I did the thing that movie said,
E B
“Foot on the floor beside the bed”
C D E
Still too much in my head to sleep
C D E
too much in my head to sleep
C D E B
too much in my head to sleep tonight.
[Verse 3]
A
Get fucked up, break your stupid bones again.
B
Get fucked up, lose your telephone again.
A
Get fucked up, bother all your friends again.
G#m F# E
Get fucked up, shame your broken heart again.
A B E
I really gotta leave, but I just wanna stay.
A B C#m
I’m only a real person for a quarter-dozen days
D A
until I gotta scram, until I go away
C B E
and turn into a person that I didn’t want to be
A B E
cultivating mold on my laundry
A B C#m
and becoming so afraid I’m honestly
D C#m
placing bets on a chemical crapshoot with my brain.
D C#m
Cleaning for the dealer so I’ll black out on the plane.
D F#M
Mumbling in the dark and living vicariously
A B E A B E A B
Through a photo album in a stranger’s BNB.
E A B E A B
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E A B E A B
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E A B E B B B B B B C C C C C C
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