Shampoo Bottles taby ukulele według PEACH-PIT

[Verse 1]
Eb                       Cm      Gm
  I’ve been leaving your shampoo bottles
Ab                       Eb
Over in the corner there
                     Cm      Gm
Sitting empty on the bathtub rail
Ab                           F    Ab
Wishing they could wash your hair
                      Bb
Yea I keep em by that crumb of fancy soap
        Cm                Gm        Ab
And your toothbrush at my bathroom sink
                              Bb
Your cellphone chargers still hanging from the wall
        Cm              Gm          Ab
Haven’t chucked it all, like you’d think
                                  F
Though you haven’t been around in weeks




[Verse 2]
Eb                   Cm         Gm
  I’ve run out of my speed stick honey
Ab                         Eb
So I have been using yours
                           Cm     Gm
Its frickin trash all that Organic hoo hah
Ab                           F      Ab
From one of your health food stores
                Bb
It is seemingly worsened everyday
         Cm           Gm        Ab
All this shit of yours around my house
                    Bb
If I could’ve had it any other way
        Cm             Gm        Ab
Then by now I would’ve chucked it out
                            F
But it seems to wanna stick around.


[Chorus]
Eb         Ab              Cm    G
  I’ve been leaving you in radio silence
Ab                            F
Though I’d love to catch a pass
Eb          Ab            Cm            G
  Waited long enough that I could never call you
Ab                   F
Baby how fucked is that
         Ab          Bb
And it’s all just so forgettable
        Cm                Gm     Ab
Til I’m sitting with your stuff alone
                            F
Man why can’t I just let it go



[Verse 3]
Eb                      Cm    Gm    Ab                            Eb
  I’ve been seeing that red corolla parked out on the corner there
                                 Cm     Gm        Ab                           F
If it were yours there’d be some hippie bull shit hanging from the rear-view mirror
Ab                Bb
As I’m passing it every other day
       Cm           Gm            Ab
I look in to see if this one’s yours
                          Bb
But the shape it’s in is giving it away
         Cm            Gm        Ab
Yours is dented up and down the doors
                        F
Never wanted to see it more


[Chorus]
Eb         Ab              Cm    G
  I’ve been leaving you in radio silence
Ab                            F
Though I’d love to catch a pass
Eb          Ab            Cm            G
Waited long enough that I could never call you
Ab                   F
Baby how fucked is that
         Ab          Bb
And it’s all just so forgettable
        Cm                Gm     Ab
Til I’m sitting with your stuff alone
                            F
Man why can’t I just let it go


[Outro]
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