Lunchtime

      E               A
Giving up on it slowly
                        C#m
Letting all the feelings go
        E             A
It’s a permanent maybe
                        C#m
It’s probably gonna be a no


[Verse 2]

      E         A
I’m ready for, days and weeks
C#m          E A        C#m
On my face or, on my back


[Chorus]

E                F#m
 I said I don’t know
A              F#m
 Our love is a mess we both know
E           F#m
 Nothing to show
A          F#m
 As far as I can tell

E                  A         F#m
We look like we're undone to me
        A

E                A            
Soggy cheeks and running from 
F#m        A
me


E  A  A  C#m  x2


[Verse 3]

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      E              A
In a race to get happy
                      C#m
No sign of the leading pack
        E                 A
I'm the constamment lonely
I'm there to drink and then head 
C#m
back


[Pre-Chorus]

         E      A
 I wake up at lunch time
                          C#m
 Well I don’t know what you’re 
talking about
 E     A                    C#m
  And I’m stuck, catatonic once 
again


[Chorus]

E                F#m
 I said I don’t know
A              F#m
 Our love is a mess we both know
E           F#m
 Nothing to show
A          F#m
 As far as I can tell


E                  A         F#m
We look like we're undone to me
        A

E                A            
Soggy cheeks and running from 
F#m        A
me


E                  A
She looks like she means it
        F#m          A
I’m not feeling confident this time
E                 A
Dripping tears on pillows
       F#m          A             
And an overwhelming sense of fuck 
E
this


[Solo]


[Chorus]

E                F#m
 I said I don’t know
A              F#m
 Our love is a mess we both know
E           F#m
 Nothing to show
A          F#m
 As far as I can tell


E                  A         F#m
We look like we're undone to me
        A

E                A            
Soggy cheeks and running from 
F#m        A
me


E                  A
She looks like she means it
        F#m          A
I’m not feeling confident this time
E                 A
Dripping tears on pillows
       F#m          A             
And an overwhelming sense of fuck 
E
this