A B Every morning we burn the bread A E Walk it down to the waters edge A B See the seagulls eat cigarettes A E Check your breath in a spoon D B All your stuff in the storage shed A E Twisted sheets on the trundle bed A B And the anti-psychosis meds A E Made you feel all marooned [Pre-chorus] B Last summer at the shore when I was working cleaning carpets A At some hotel that was haunted by some sailor who supposedly was murdered E After losing all his treasure in the harbor A That's back when I found romance in these ghosts [Chorus] B A I was honestly more bothered E A By the hundred miles of hallways B A Than the clanking of the shackles E A Or the shadows in the doorway B A And we snuck into the ballroom E A And made echoes in its empty B A And I grabbed you and I spun you E And we both just started laughing A B x4 [Verse] A B All the burns on the windowsill A E Says she's crazy 'bout horses still A B All these anti-psychosis pills A E So much power and grace D B Up there on South Ocean View A E All the shells made me think of you A B We bought into a three for two A E And a strawberry shake [Pre-Chorus] B First it's April then it's August, it's the cost of doing business A You were scared and overcautious, the whole breakfast was unpleasant E You just can't keep throwing up and then cover it with sawdust A And expect us not to notice and pretend it didn't happen [Chorus] B A Last summer at the shoreline E A When you walked into the water B A Went out up to your waistline E A And turned back to face the camera B A Rolled your eyes back in their sockets E A Then you raised your middle fingers B A Defiant and undamaged E That's when I took the picture [Interlude] B B A E E A E A [Bridge] B A/B A E And this year we were standing B A/B A E Looking out off the veranda B A/B A E You said, "Yeah, I guess it's pretty B A/B A E But I'm a shell of what I once was" B A/B A E That girl in last year's picture B A/B A E Is now haunting her own hallways [Outro] B A/B A E I no longer see the romance in these ghosts B A/B This coffee's cold, this toast is gross A E I no longer see the romance in these ghosts