Face Down In a Plate Of Nachos

 Am                G
 Can't believe you said it's over
 F                     G
 I made you nachos you called me cheap
 Am               G
 Up all night, I'm so exhausted
 F                  G           ( G  Am  Em )
 Ate the nachos and fell asleep

 Am             G
 Face down in a plate of nachos
 F                      G
 The chips are pointey. The sauce is hot
 Am             G
 Face down in a plate of nachos
 F                       G            ( Am )
 The cheese is burning it hurts a lot

 Am                G
 My heart is numb, my face is number
 F            G
 Guacamole is on my head
 Am                G
 Now my wounds are full of salsa
 F                   G            ( G  Am  Em )
 I kinda wish was be eating bread

 Am             G
 Face down in a plate of nachos
 F                          G
 The chips are pointed. The sauce is hot
 Am             G
 Face down in a plate of nachos
 F                    G         Am
 Now these nachos are all i got