F       133211
Fm      133111
D       xx0232
D*      xx0233
G       320003
Asus2   x02200
Am      x02210
C/B     x20010

[Intro]
C  C*  Am/C    C7
F  Fm  F       D       D*
F  G   C       C/B     Asus2   Am
F  G   C

[Verse 1]
C                C*                               Am/C         C7
Lying back, surrounded by cough medicines gargles and pills
F                                   Fm           F               D  D*
Sailing shoes wound up tight, looking for the next cheap brush
C                       C*                  Am/C   C7
Daydreaming in the van, the best that I can do,
      F                       Fm                          F         D  D*
And today I made lurv with you so pornographic, just made me blush
            F                          G                               C  C/B  Asus2  Am
What's wrong with this painting, it ain't the plagiarism or the framing
F                          G           C
What I do to be making toast with you

[Verse 2]
C                 C*                     Am/C         C7
Ten minutes to go until I get that, that call again
F                                             Fm          F               D  D*
Wet towel in the corner like a dead cat soaking up the old blood stains
C                  C*                                                 Am/C   C7
Hung my shirt out, but there's no way to give it the kiss of life and I,
            F                                Fm              F         D  D*
Wonder just how is it now everything fits you so god damn fucking right
            F                                G                    C  C/B  Asus2  Am
What's wrong with this picture even when I throw up now I miss ya
F                          G              C
What I'd do to be making toast with you

[Interlude]
F      Fm                F        Fm                              C    C* Am/C    C7
Got a photo of ya now, propped up on the bottle with a tv guide
F                Fm                     F                            Fm             D  G
Like every day dream I've had, you know the ones they never come at the right time

[Verse 3]
C                C*                               Am/C         C7
You know my old man used to do a whole lot of traveling too
F                                   Fm           F               D  D*
And sometimes I wonder if this ain't what my life has come to
C                                    C*                                        Am/C   C7
A mid morning malaise and an instant sachet to make your brain turn to chicken feed
            F                                   Fm                           F             D  D*
Well it's a privileged life I guess but to hell this pillow it ain't got the curves I need
            F                          G                                       C  C/B  Asus2  Am
What's wrong with this lithograph, get this kid to the airport and make it fast

[Otro]
F                             G
What I'd do to be grinding beans
F                             G
What I'd do to be down on my knees
F                             G           C    C*   Am/C
What I'd do to be making toast with you
C7                    F
And you know how I like it
G                 C
Burnt, and hot.