[Intro] Am  G  C  F 
        Am  G  C

       Am            G                 C                     F
Smokey eyes, are you feeling good? for now, you’re here with me
                 Am          G                  C               C/B
Seems like we’ve waited long enough for someone else to make us feel complete
     Am            G              C             E
It’s not a bitter flavor and it’s not a sweeter drink
               F                   Fm               C
I’m scared to ask you if you would do the same for me
       Am                G                       C                  F
Smokey eyes— that’s your name isn’t it? at least that’s what i call you
       Am               G               C                   C/B
When i call you do you shake the way i shake when i call to say i’m through?
       Am                G              C                  E
“No, i shake the way you do at shows so people know you’re cool
F                   Fm                        C
Violently but still controlled enough to screw.”

           F                G
So help me make amends with all my friends
     C                Am7
Most other people are just dead ends
        F                  Fm
There’s nothing worse than making friends

       Am              G           C          F
Sticky thighs, are you wild now or just a memory?
     Am             G
Some people want to be your friend
     C                C/B
Some people just want to be free
        Am                 G
And the worst thing about me
            C            E
Is that i’m somewhere in between
         F                     Fm                 C
I might miss you but i’m still trying to get clean
           F                G
So help me make amends with all my friends
     C                 Am7
Most other people are just dead ends
        F                  Fm
There’s nothing worse than making friends

       F              G
You’ve had enough to drink
          C                      Am7
You know you’re drowning in the flavor of
       F         Fm
Cough syrup and vicodin
       F               G
You’ve got the bitter flavor down so
C                Am7
Dab the sweeter drink on a napkin, then
F                  Fm
Hold it up to your mouth so you can sleep

       Am              G
Quiet lies that you’re telling to
      C                    F
Those black and screaming skies
              Am             G
I hope you’re walking around campus
       C                C/B
Contemplating your own smallish size
        Am               G             C                E
This is not what all my idols told me college would be like
            F                Fm
I hope someday you learn to take your own advice
           F                 G
So help me make amends with all my friends
      C                Am7
Most other people are just dead ends
         F                  Fm
There’s nothing worse than making friends