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Version 1Artist: Jeff Rosenstock Song: ***BNB Album: No Dream (2020) Chord Info D/F# B/D# Eb/G e|-----|-----|-----| B|-----|-----|-----| G|--11-|--8--|--5--| D|--12-|--9--|--6--| A|--9--|--6--|--3--| E|-----|-----|-----| [Verse 1] E A B E Sam, Your mom has secretly been renting out your home. A B C#m I used the shower sponge when you went to Spain alone. D A She told us it’s been rough and you deserved a break C E and marrying that guy, obviously was mistake A B E you had a couple kids but now he’s always gone A B C#m and you’re stuck sweeping hair at your mommy’s hair salon. D A The flat you have upstairs, tucked in the suburbs safe, C B is running low on bread and other amenities A B E A B E A B ‘cause your mom’s been secretly renting your plaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace. E A B E A B aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace. [Verse 2] E A B E Al, your elevator looked in hella disrepair A B C#m but I’m not fuckin’ with a dozen flights of stairs. D F#m I tenderized my legs somewhere in Germany C B E trying to convince the bored to pay attention to me. A B E The absinthe that we drank? I’m not sure it was real. A B C#m Massage place in the building? We know what‘s the fuckin’ deal D F#m ‘cause fratboys wait outside, pretending their not there, C B A avert their glassy eyes, but I don’t really care. [Bridge] B A E B/D# I don’t wanna lay in bed and stare at the ceiling C#m Eb/G C#m While chasing the fleeting C D There’s too much in my head to sleep G D/F# And I did the thing that movie said, E B “Foot on the floor beside the bed” C D E Still too much in my head to sleep C D E too much in my head to sleep C D E B too much in my head to sleep tonight. [Verse 3] A Get fucked up, break your stupid bones again. B Get fucked up, lose your telephone again. A Get fucked up, bother all your friends again. G#m F# E Get fucked up, shame your broken heart again. A B E I really gotta leave, but I just wanna stay. A B C#m I’m only a real person for a quarter-dozen days D A until I gotta scram, until I go away C B E and turn into a person that I didn’t want to be A B E cultivating mold on my laundry A B C#m and becoming so afraid I’m honestly D C#m placing bets on a chemical crapshoot with my brain. D C#m Cleaning for the dealer so I’ll black out on the plane. D F#M Mumbling in the dark and living vicariously A B E A B E A B Through a photo album in a stranger’s BNB. E A B E A B aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa E A B E A B aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa E A B E B B B B B B C C C C C C aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa