Sunday, 10 November 2013

Messed Up Like a Car Crash


Messed Up Like a Car Crash
(words & music by Chris Stanley)

Int.
 
 
 
 
 
v1
 
 
 
 
 
 
c1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
v2
 
 
 
 
c2
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
m1
 
 
 
c3
 
 
 
 
 
c4
 
Em          C – Em/B -   Em/G
Em          C – Em/B -   Em/G
D             D/G – D/F# - D  
Em          C – Em/B -   Em/G
 
Em                              C                D
She calls me every night at 2am
She hangs up when I answer and calls me back again
Says she likes the way my voice sounds on the phone
                                                                                                                                G
I ask her if she’s lonely and she says she’s not alone, and I’m thinking
 
          D/F#                                            Em  D                               C
She’s pretty like the stars in the sky, bluer than a storm in July
                                         D                    G
And messed up like a car crash
       D/F#                                               Em                D                                                       C
She kisses every boy that she dates, makes crosses for the hearts that she breaks
                                         D                   
She’s messed up like a car crash
 
She smashes every mirror that she sees
What other girls call make up, she calls make believe
I tell her no one sees her quite the way I can
And I want to be her boyfriend but she’s looking for a man, and I’m thinking
 
She’s pretty like the stars in the sky
Bluer than a storm in July
And messed up like a car crash
She kisses every boy that she dates
Makes crosses for the hearts that she breaks
                                                D             G – D/F# - Em - D
She’s messed up like a car crash
 
C                               D
And here in the emergency room
C                                             D                                       G
She says there’s nothing, there’s nothing I can do
 
She’s pretty like the stars in the sky
Bluer than a storm in July
                                D                                             G    D/F#     Em   D    C
And even if she never loves me I’ll still want her anyway
She’s messed up like a car crash
 
She’s pretty like the stars in the sky
And bluer than a storm in July

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