Pastels

Am     G       C
 Smell all the colors
Am    G      C
 Wait for my eyes
Am     G         C
 Looks like your brother
Am     G         C
 If he gave good advice


[Pre-Chorus]
Am       G                     C
 Open up, my clothes are leakin' in
Am           G     C
 I could not care less
Am       G                C
 Runnin’ off into some confusion
Am            Em       G
Pat will find me soon
G
You know your 
brain's skippin', now you’re 
trippin'


[Chorus]
   F   C
Oh no, it's a black, it's a black
F     Am
Hole, get your head off the floor
C
Control, baby boy, this is your
Am
 Soul, never make me say it to you
C
Oh no, it's a black, it's a black
Am
 Hole, get your head off the floor
C
Control, baby boy, this is your
Am
 Soul, never make me say it to you


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[Verse 2]
Am   G     C
Sing to my brothers
Am    G          C
 They won't keep quiet
Am   G         C
 See all those colors
C                G        C
Don't you think they look bright?


[Pre-Chorus]
Am       G                       C
 Open up, my clothes are leakin' in
Am           G     C
 I could not care less
Am       G                C
 Runnin’ off into some confusion
Am            Em       G
Pat will find me soon
G
You know your 
brain's skippin', now you’re 
trippin'


[Chorus]
   F   C
Oh no, it's a black, it's a black
F     Am
Hole, get your head off the floor
C
Control, baby boy, this is your
Am
 Soul, never make me say it to you
C
Oh no, it's a black, it's a black
Am
 Hole, get your head off the floor
C
Control, baby boy, this is your
Am
 Soul, never make me say it to you


[Verse 3]
F                         C      
 All the clothes are gone with 
       F
the next meal
F                C
I was downstairs feelin' so real
F            C       G
 Even if you make me stay, yeah
F                          C
 I don't like the way that these 
threads feel
F                        C
 Guess we'll make it out in the 
four-wheel
F                 C
 Even if it takes all day


[Pre-Chorus]
G
You know your 
brain's skippin', now you’re 
trippin'


[Chorus]
   F   C
Oh no, it's a black, it's a black
F     Am
Hole, get your head off the floor
C
Control, baby boy, this is your
Am
 Soul, never make me say it to you
C
Oh no, it's a black, it's a black
Am
 Hole, get your head off the floor
C
Control, baby boy, this is your
Am
 Soul, never make me say it to you