Headspace

C                             
Headspace, I need her out of my 
  F
headspace
                            C
There's a war in here and I need you
 to take
                   F
Take her out of my headspace

[Verse 1]
C
Gonna drive, drive, drive this 
Cadillac
       F
Up the ocean road until it runs out 
of gas
 Am
'Cause I'm hurt
                           F
I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt
C
I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new 
swan song
           F
So all the bright young sparks have 
got a tune they can hum
Am
But it'll hurt
                            F
I'll dance if they ask but it'll 
hurt

[Chorus]
C                             
Headspace, I need her out of my 
  F
headspace
                            C
There's a war in here and I need you
 to take
                   F
Take her out of my headspace
    G
Did these 5.5 liters of blood
Continúa después del anuncio
          F
Have too sour a taste for your sweet
 taste buds?

[Verse 2]
C
Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a 
disco ball
      F
From the 1970's all dusty and worn
Am                                 
And it hurts, I reflect the light, 
F
but it hurts
C
I used to run, run, run until my 
knees gave way
     F
I use to wrestle with bears and kiss
 poisonous snakes
Am                                
I didn't care, they scratch and 
         F
they bite, I didn't care

I didn't care

[Chorus]
C                            
Headspace I need her out of my 
  F
headspace
                                C
'Cause it's a war in here and I need
 somebody to say
                   F
Take her out of my headspace
    G
Did these 5.5 liters of blood
          F
Have too sour a taste for your sweet
 taste buds?

[Otro]
Dm
You put a war zone inside me
          F
Above and below the neck
                   C
Above and below the neck
C
Someone flick a light on
F
The dark just makes it worse
C                             F
I'm running out of options and I'm 
lost for words
C                   F
Little life wrecker, are you gonna 
let me know?
C                                 
Or keep showing me the compassion 
  F
of a talk show host?
C                              F
I'm not acting my age here and I'm 
growing up too fast
C
If these streets are paved with gold
F
I want my money back
C                            F
'Cause Liverpool feels like a 
clouded memory
C                           F
Now the Californian air has wrapped 
her claws around me
C             F
(Headspace, my headspace)

She wrapped her claws around me
C             F
(Headspace, my headspace)
C