Chords for samsa - butterflies
Tempo:
88.45 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Ab
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb] I think I'm in love, but I've been feeling [Ab] otherwise.
[Eb] These flutters in my stomach aren't butterflies, but [Bb] cutting knives [Eb] and not the butter kind.
And if you listen close when she begins to [Ab] speak, you'll hear a couple hundred [Eb] sighs
and the collective shut of eyes.
Letters linger on her [Ab] lips like [Eb] lullabies.
I think I've drowned a couple times inside her [Ab] opal colored eyes.
[Bb] She could do [Eb] something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives.
[Bb] A perfect [Eb] 10 photo shot of finish on her cocoa butter thighs.
Cats are wearing loose pajamas on a Sunday and she'd overshadow any supermodel on a runway
When she wakes up in the morning, she smells like vanilla essence [Ab] and the [Eb] bittersweet recollections
of your adolescence.
Summer camp and canno lessons and [Ab] presents you got [Eb] on birthdays.
Orange creamsicles and double plays [Bb] on first [Eb] base.
And walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush, [Bb] you might
melt to [Eb] liquid gold.
The lightest kind of Midas touch.
I've seen the way she drinks [Ab] espresso during [Eb] classes and reshapes a paper cup into an [Eb] emerald
cup of childish sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances
[Ab] to me through her [Bb] Giorgio Armani [Eb] frames.
[Ab] She's nearly [Eb] perfect [Bb] in almost [Eb] every way.
But she's [Ab] got shit [Eb] taste in movies.
Ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she's down to go see anything
by Shyamalan or Michael Bay.
And [Bb] also she's [Eb] a psycho in the kitchen.
It's a travesty.
What kind of fucking monster cooks their [Ab] pasta in a [Eb] microwave?
She does this thing where she [Ab] corrects your grammar [Eb] if it's wrong and clicks her tongue
and winks and shoots a [Eb] playful finger gun as if she's won some sort of contest.
Empress Victor of a conquest.
Mrs.
Armchair shrink.
Let me fix you with a comment.
[Ab] Princess Kiki when you're down.
[Eb] Warshipper to a godhead.
It seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn't chime in quick with unsolicited
advice and unapologetic tyrant [Eb] of passive aggressive rivalry.
[Bb] Ask her a [Eb] question and catch a handful of sass and irony and trust me, really, she [Ab] is
just the worst [Eb] at board games.
Debates about the rules like legislators at a court case.
Tampers with the scales of justice wielding pencils as her gavel.
Once [Bb] I even caught [Eb] her cheating while she kept the score in Scrabble.
She's a fucking record checker.
Plays Monopoly sloppily.
Always bringing up disputes in games of [Ab] trivia pursuit.
[Eb] Sucks at battleship and risk.
She fights better hand to hand.
And don't even get me [Ab] started about how [Bb] trashy is a [Eb] Candy Land.
Like you [Ab] can't be [Eb] bad at that [Bb] game.
Yet you [Eb] lose all the time.
It doesn't make any sense.
But [Ab] I'm no [Eb] Adonis either.
Fashion [Ab] sensualism while I've [Bb] got two [Eb] Nirvana t-shirts that I wear to formal outings and
I've never owned [Ab] a cart again.
[Bb] Catch me buying [Eb] cargo pants at Target from the bargain bin.
Drink milk straight out the cart and use my hands to scoop out margarine.
Breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments.
I'm not a [Ab] glass half [Eb] full kind of guy.
Shipwrecked flags half-masked hulk kind of guy.
I never was an optimist.
Not too good at compromise.
[Bb] The problem is my ego's far [Eb] too fragile to apologize.
But she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too.
It's always nice to have somebody close who [Bb] double checks you.
[Eb] And honestly we wouldn't be ourselves if we were different.
[Bb] Yeah she's clumsy [Eb] and I'm stupid.
Those are things that we can live with.
Being perfect's unrealistic.
[Ab] Either way I like [Eb] our flaws.
The way I crack my knuckles off in the obnoxious way she yawns.
The way I stutter when I flirt cause I'm not very good with courtship.
[Bb] The way she's gotta [Eb] pee the first ten minutes of her road trip.
How when she cuts her pancakes it's in [Ab] slices not in [Eb] squares.
The way my daily coffee intake is a crisis I'm aware.
The way I talk and crowd at the
[Bb] [N]
[Ab] [Eb] [Ab] [Eb] I think I'm in love, but I've been feeling [Ab] otherwise.
[Eb] These flutters in my stomach aren't butterflies, but [Bb] cutting knives [Eb] and not the butter kind.
And if you listen close when she begins to [Ab] speak, you'll hear a couple hundred [Eb] sighs
and the collective shut of eyes.
Letters linger on her [Ab] lips like [Eb] lullabies.
I think I've drowned a couple times inside her [Ab] opal colored eyes.
[Bb] She could do [Eb] something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives.
[Bb] A perfect [Eb] 10 photo shot of finish on her cocoa butter thighs.
Cats are wearing loose pajamas on a Sunday and she'd overshadow any supermodel on a runway
When she wakes up in the morning, she smells like vanilla essence [Ab] and the [Eb] bittersweet recollections
of your adolescence.
Summer camp and canno lessons and [Ab] presents you got [Eb] on birthdays.
Orange creamsicles and double plays [Bb] on first [Eb] base.
And walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush, [Bb] you might
melt to [Eb] liquid gold.
The lightest kind of Midas touch.
I've seen the way she drinks [Ab] espresso during [Eb] classes and reshapes a paper cup into an [Eb] emerald
cup of childish sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances
[Ab] to me through her [Bb] Giorgio Armani [Eb] frames.
[Ab] She's nearly [Eb] perfect [Bb] in almost [Eb] every way.
But she's [Ab] got shit [Eb] taste in movies.
Ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she's down to go see anything
by Shyamalan or Michael Bay.
And [Bb] also she's [Eb] a psycho in the kitchen.
It's a travesty.
What kind of fucking monster cooks their [Ab] pasta in a [Eb] microwave?
She does this thing where she [Ab] corrects your grammar [Eb] if it's wrong and clicks her tongue
and winks and shoots a [Eb] playful finger gun as if she's won some sort of contest.
Empress Victor of a conquest.
Mrs.
Armchair shrink.
Let me fix you with a comment.
[Ab] Princess Kiki when you're down.
[Eb] Warshipper to a godhead.
It seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn't chime in quick with unsolicited
advice and unapologetic tyrant [Eb] of passive aggressive rivalry.
[Bb] Ask her a [Eb] question and catch a handful of sass and irony and trust me, really, she [Ab] is
just the worst [Eb] at board games.
Debates about the rules like legislators at a court case.
Tampers with the scales of justice wielding pencils as her gavel.
Once [Bb] I even caught [Eb] her cheating while she kept the score in Scrabble.
She's a fucking record checker.
Plays Monopoly sloppily.
Always bringing up disputes in games of [Ab] trivia pursuit.
[Eb] Sucks at battleship and risk.
She fights better hand to hand.
And don't even get me [Ab] started about how [Bb] trashy is a [Eb] Candy Land.
Like you [Ab] can't be [Eb] bad at that [Bb] game.
Yet you [Eb] lose all the time.
It doesn't make any sense.
But [Ab] I'm no [Eb] Adonis either.
Fashion [Ab] sensualism while I've [Bb] got two [Eb] Nirvana t-shirts that I wear to formal outings and
I've never owned [Ab] a cart again.
[Bb] Catch me buying [Eb] cargo pants at Target from the bargain bin.
Drink milk straight out the cart and use my hands to scoop out margarine.
Breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments.
I'm not a [Ab] glass half [Eb] full kind of guy.
Shipwrecked flags half-masked hulk kind of guy.
I never was an optimist.
Not too good at compromise.
[Bb] The problem is my ego's far [Eb] too fragile to apologize.
But she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too.
It's always nice to have somebody close who [Bb] double checks you.
[Eb] And honestly we wouldn't be ourselves if we were different.
[Bb] Yeah she's clumsy [Eb] and I'm stupid.
Those are things that we can live with.
Being perfect's unrealistic.
[Ab] Either way I like [Eb] our flaws.
The way I crack my knuckles off in the obnoxious way she yawns.
The way I stutter when I flirt cause I'm not very good with courtship.
[Bb] The way she's gotta [Eb] pee the first ten minutes of her road trip.
How when she cuts her pancakes it's in [Ab] slices not in [Eb] squares.
The way my daily coffee intake is a crisis I'm aware.
The way I talk and crowd at the
[Bb] [N]
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[Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] I think I'm in love, but I've been feeling [Ab] otherwise.
[Eb] These flutters in my stomach aren't butterflies, but [Bb] cutting knives [Eb] and not the butter kind.
And if you listen close when she begins to [Ab] speak, you'll hear a couple hundred [Eb] sighs
and the collective shut of eyes.
Letters linger on her [Ab] lips like [Eb] lullabies.
I think I've drowned a couple times inside her [Ab] opal colored eyes.
[Bb] She could do [Eb] something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives.
[Bb] A perfect [Eb] 10 photo shot of finish on her cocoa butter thighs.
Cats are wearing loose pajamas on a Sunday and she'd overshadow any supermodel on a runway
When she wakes up in the morning, she smells like vanilla essence [Ab] and the [Eb] bittersweet recollections
of your adolescence.
Summer camp and canno lessons and [Ab] presents you got [Eb] on birthdays.
Orange creamsicles and double plays [Bb] on first [Eb] base.
And walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush, [Bb] you might
melt to [Eb] liquid gold.
The lightest kind of Midas touch.
I've seen the way she drinks [Ab] espresso during [Eb] classes and reshapes a paper cup into an [Eb] emerald
cup of childish sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances
[Ab] to me through her [Bb] Giorgio Armani [Eb] frames.
[Ab] She's nearly [Eb] perfect [Bb] in almost [Eb] every way.
But she's [Ab] got shit [Eb] taste in movies.
Ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she's down to go see anything
by Shyamalan or Michael Bay.
And [Bb] also she's [Eb] a psycho in the kitchen.
It's a travesty.
What kind of fucking monster cooks their [Ab] pasta in a [Eb] microwave?
She does this thing where she [Ab] corrects your grammar [Eb] if it's wrong and clicks her tongue
and winks and shoots a [Eb] playful finger gun as if she's won some sort of contest.
Empress Victor of a conquest.
Mrs.
Armchair shrink.
Let me fix you with a comment.
[Ab] Princess Kiki when you're down.
[Eb] Warshipper to a godhead.
It seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn't chime in quick with unsolicited
advice and unapologetic tyrant [Eb] of passive aggressive rivalry.
[Bb] Ask her a [Eb] question and catch a handful of sass and irony and trust me, really, she [Ab] is
just the worst [Eb] at board games.
Debates about the rules like legislators at a court case.
Tampers with the scales of justice wielding pencils as her gavel.
Once [Bb] I even caught [Eb] her cheating while she kept the score in Scrabble.
She's a fucking record checker.
Plays Monopoly sloppily.
Always bringing up disputes in games of [Ab] trivia pursuit.
[Eb] Sucks at battleship and risk.
She fights better hand to hand.
And don't even get me [Ab] started about how [Bb] trashy is a [Eb] Candy Land.
Like you [Ab] can't be [Eb] bad at that [Bb] game.
Yet you [Eb] lose all the time.
It doesn't make any sense.
But [Ab] I'm no [Eb] Adonis either.
Fashion [Ab] sensualism while I've [Bb] got two [Eb] Nirvana t-shirts that I wear to formal outings and
I've never owned [Ab] a cart again.
[Bb] Catch me buying [Eb] cargo pants at Target from the bargain bin.
Drink milk straight out the cart and use my hands to scoop out margarine.
Breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments.
I'm not a [Ab] glass half [Eb] full kind of guy.
Shipwrecked flags half-masked hulk kind of guy.
I never was an optimist.
Not too good at compromise.
[Bb] The problem is my ego's far [Eb] too fragile to apologize.
But she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too.
It's always nice to have somebody close who [Bb] double checks you.
[Eb] And honestly we wouldn't be ourselves if we were different.
[Bb] Yeah she's clumsy [Eb] and I'm stupid.
Those are things that we can live with.
Being perfect's unrealistic.
[Ab] Either way I like [Eb] our flaws.
The way I crack my knuckles off in the obnoxious way she yawns.
The way I stutter when I flirt cause I'm not very good with courtship.
[Bb] The way she's gotta [Eb] pee the first ten minutes of her road trip.
How when she cuts her pancakes it's in [Ab] slices not in [Eb] squares.
The way my daily coffee intake is a crisis I'm aware.
The way I talk and crowd at the_
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] I think I'm in love, but I've been feeling [Ab] otherwise.
[Eb] These flutters in my stomach aren't butterflies, but [Bb] cutting knives [Eb] and not the butter kind.
And if you listen close when she begins to [Ab] speak, you'll hear a couple hundred [Eb] sighs
and the collective shut of eyes.
Letters linger on her [Ab] lips like [Eb] lullabies.
I think I've drowned a couple times inside her [Ab] opal colored eyes.
[Bb] She could do [Eb] something as simple as sit down with the grace of Olympic dives.
[Bb] A perfect [Eb] 10 photo shot of finish on her cocoa butter thighs.
Cats are wearing loose pajamas on a Sunday and she'd overshadow any supermodel on a runway
When she wakes up in the morning, she smells like vanilla essence [Ab] and the [Eb] bittersweet recollections
of your adolescence.
Summer camp and canno lessons and [Ab] presents you got [Eb] on birthdays.
Orange creamsicles and double plays [Bb] on first [Eb] base.
And walk past her in the halls and if your shoulders feel the slightest brush, [Bb] you might
melt to [Eb] liquid gold.
The lightest kind of Midas touch.
I've seen the way she drinks [Ab] espresso during [Eb] classes and reshapes a paper cup into an [Eb] emerald
cup of childish sugar packets pouring crystals, napkin origami cranes, gunning gorgeous glances
[Ab] to me through her [Bb] Giorgio Armani [Eb] frames.
[Ab] She's nearly [Eb] perfect [Bb] in almost [Eb] every way.
But she's [Ab] got shit [Eb] taste in movies.
Ask her for her favorite titles and she always likes to say she's down to go see anything
by Shyamalan or Michael Bay.
And [Bb] also she's [Eb] a psycho in the kitchen.
It's a travesty.
What kind of fucking monster cooks their [Ab] pasta in a [Eb] microwave?
She does this thing where she [Ab] corrects your grammar [Eb] if it's wrong and clicks her tongue
and winks and shoots a [Eb] playful finger gun as if she's won some sort of contest.
Empress Victor of a conquest.
Mrs.
Armchair shrink.
Let me fix you with a comment.
[Ab] Princess Kiki when you're down.
[Eb] Warshipper to a godhead.
It seldom happens that she listens to my voice and doesn't chime in quick with unsolicited
advice and unapologetic tyrant [Eb] of passive aggressive rivalry.
[Bb] Ask her a [Eb] question and catch a handful of sass and irony and trust me, really, she [Ab] is
just the worst [Eb] at board games.
Debates about the rules like legislators at a court case.
Tampers with the scales of justice wielding pencils as her gavel.
Once [Bb] I even caught [Eb] her cheating while she kept the score in Scrabble.
She's a fucking record checker.
Plays Monopoly sloppily.
Always bringing up disputes in games of [Ab] trivia pursuit.
[Eb] Sucks at battleship and risk.
She fights better hand to hand.
And don't even get me [Ab] started about how [Bb] trashy is a [Eb] Candy Land.
Like you [Ab] can't be [Eb] bad at that [Bb] game.
Yet you [Eb] lose all the time.
It doesn't make any sense.
But [Ab] I'm no [Eb] Adonis either.
Fashion [Ab] sensualism while I've [Bb] got two [Eb] Nirvana t-shirts that I wear to formal outings and
I've never owned [Ab] a cart again.
[Bb] Catch me buying [Eb] cargo pants at Target from the bargain bin.
Drink milk straight out the cart and use my hands to scoop out margarine.
Breakfast table etiquette makes up our morning arguments.
I'm not a [Ab] glass half [Eb] full kind of guy.
Shipwrecked flags half-masked hulk kind of guy.
I never was an optimist.
Not too good at compromise.
[Bb] The problem is my ego's far [Eb] too fragile to apologize.
But she always calls me out and takes me down a couple pegs too.
It's always nice to have somebody close who [Bb] double checks you.
[Eb] And honestly we wouldn't be ourselves if we were different.
[Bb] Yeah she's clumsy [Eb] and I'm stupid.
Those are things that we can live with.
Being perfect's unrealistic.
[Ab] Either way I like [Eb] our flaws.
The way I crack my knuckles off in the obnoxious way she yawns.
The way I stutter when I flirt cause I'm not very good with courtship.
[Bb] The way she's gotta [Eb] pee the first ten minutes of her road trip.
How when she cuts her pancakes it's in [Ab] slices not in [Eb] squares.
The way my daily coffee intake is a crisis I'm aware.
The way I talk and crowd at the_
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _