B D#m
How did I end up this way?
C#m E
Okay, okay, I'm good now
I barely move
B D#m
Golden crisp like an apple
C#m
Memory in a capsule
E
That one day in Seattle
My eyes big
B D#m
Blushing red like rosacea
C#m
I'll do it if you say so
E N.C.
Looking up at my pillow
B D#m
I feel guilty, guilty
C#m
The streets are made for me
E
You feel me, you feel me
[Interlude]
E A
E A
Pickup basketball in the summer
E A
Pickup basketball in the summer
E A
My heart hurts, it stops and it flutters
E
Rollercoaster December
A
Do my best to recover
E
I'm so sorry
E B
Guilty, guilty
A
The streets are made for me
Am
You feel me, you feel me
