Tone [C]
[F]I spy with my little tired [C]eye tiny as a fire[Dm]fly
A pebble that we picked up [C]last July
[F]Down deep inside your poc[C]ket we almost forgot [Dm]it
Does it ever miss Wick[C]low sometimes? [F]Ooh …[C] [Dm] [C]
[F]They said the end is [C]coming Everyone’s up to some[Dm]thing
I find myself [C]running home to your sweet [F]nothings
Outside they’re push and sho[C]ving you’re in the kitchen hum[Dm]ming
All that you ever wanted [C]from me was sweet nothing
[F]On the way home [C]I wrote a poem [Dm]You say, “what a [C]mind”
This happens all the time [F]Ooh …[C] [Dm] [C]
[F]Cause they said the end is co[C]ming Everyone’s up to some[Dm]thing
I find myself [C]running home to your Sweet nothings
[F]Outside they’re push and sho[C]ving You’re in the kitchen hum[D,]ming
All that you ever wanted from [C]me was… nothing
[F]Industry disrupters and [C]soul deconstructors
And [Dm]smooth-talking hucksters out [C]glad-handing each other
And the [F]voices that implore “You [C]should be doing more”
To [Dm]you I can admit that [C]I’m just too soft for all of it
[F]Ooh …[C] [Dm] [C]
[F]They said the end is [G]coming Everyone’s up to some[C]thing
I find myself [Am]running home to your sweet [F]nothings
Outside they’re push and sho[G]ving you’re in the kitchen hum[C]ming
All that you ever wanted [Am]from me was sweet nothing
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