Connell

Conan Gray

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Tom:
Capotraste:
[Intro] C F Fm
C I saw you in a photograph with some
C Brunette girl in a head-back laugh
F And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
Fm Down the small of her back
C You were never outside with me
C Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
F And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
Fm That I'd meet your mom and dad
Am G C F Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Am G C F Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
Am G C F But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
Dm Am F And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Dm Am F Yeah, you remind me of how little I deserve
C I knew we weren't meant to be
C I'm from Texas skies, you're from London streets
F And I'm not your type, but you're trying things
Fm So that's everything I need
C To break apart my own heart again
C Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
F That I'm not worth shit, and I'm better dead
Fm Who's the victim in the end?
Am G C F Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Am G C F Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
Am G C F But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned (earned)
Dm Am F And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
Dm Am F And you remind me of how little I deserve
Dm Am F Yeah, you remind me of my father slurring words
Dm Am F Fm C So you remind me of how little I deserve
C Am Connell
F Fm Connell
C Am F Fm Connell
C Am F Fm Connell, ah
( C Am F Fm )
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