Am G C F Em G C
Am G C Am G C
I've got the rotten apple core feeling, dying like a living ghost, now I'm
Am G C F Em G C
lying on the ground not making a sound, thinking I love you the most.
F G C Am F G C Em
And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don't burn to the
Am F G Am G C Em
ground, down, down, just like Randy's house.
Am G C Am G C
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun I became a setting sun, now
Am G C F Em G
you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground thinking you were
C
the one.
F G C Am F G C Em
And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don't burn to the
Am F G C
ground, down, down, just like Randy's house.
