Slipping Through My Fingers

G            Gm             D
I missed the turn on the street
         F#m             G        
Where you lived and now I'm crying
  Gm           D
 here in the car
G            Gm            D    
I know these houses and yards 
       F#m             G
like the back of my hand so
G         Gm       D
Why do I feel so lost?


[Chorus]
                          G        
You're slipping through my fingers 
         D
all the time
         F#m           Em
I try to capture every minute
     G        D                   
The feeling in it, slipping 
      A              D
through my fingers all the time


[Verse 2]
G          Gm         D
I wanna scream but I don't
       F#m                     
I just sit here watching school 
 G       Gm          D
busses stop at the light
                               G
I wish I left this city in my memory
Gm                            
Why did I come back, what did I 
    D
think I'd see?
F#m                          G
Trapped inside a picture I don't 
wanna be
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Gm             D
Was this ever mine?


[Chorus]
                            G      
You're slipping through my fingers 
         D
all the time
        F#m            Em
I try to capture every minute
N/C         D                       
   D/A              D
The feeling in it, slipping through 
my fingers all the time


[Bridge]
G              Gm         
Flowers in the cracks in the 
           D
sidewalk
             F#m                   
Leading to a rock in the ground 
       G
with your name
              Gm                   
Say a couple words but I can't hear
    D
 myself talk
       N/C                G
Someone small in the grave
              Gm
Yeah, I think this is a mistake
D                          F#m
I don't wanna think of you this way
              G              Gm
I can feel my memories melting
              D            N/C      
             G
Like someone's pouring gasoline on a
 birthday cake
       Gm                  D
Who's living in my old bedroom?
         F#m              G
Who's got locker number 142?
            Gm                   
Why does it feel like I'm getting 
     D
run through?
           N/C                      
      G
Every time I come through, 
everything we did
             Gm                 
Does it even matter, was it even 
  D
real?
            F#m
Did it even happen?
               G                   
Tell me why it feels like I'm stuck
      Gm
 in a bad dream
               N/C
Tell me it's a bad dream


[Chorus]
                            G      
You're slipping through my fingers 
         D
all the time
         F#m           Em
I try to capture every minute
     G      D                     
The feeling in it, slipping 
      D/A               Bm
through my fingers all the time