Bm F#m A E Bm F#m A Bm F#m A million things to do A E Every morning I wake up Bm F#m Keep myself at ease A Sometimes next to someone Bm F#m People calling me A E Though not as much as they used to Bm F#m It takes about a week A To get back to not them D Bm Every day I am in this mess F#m A I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh D Bm Just the top layer of the feeling F#m A Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing F#m A Even when it's foooolish E G Bm F#m Sometimes I succeed A E In losing the reason Bm F#m But it always comes back A And when it doesn't it's fresh Bm F#m I read all these books A E And with all of that knowledge Bm F#m I know what happens when you love A But can not attach D Bm Every day I am in this mess F#m A I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh D Bm Just the top layer of the feeling F#m A Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing F#m A Even when it's foooolish D Bm Every day I am in this mess F#m A I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh D Bm Just the top layer of the feeling F#m A Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing F#m A Even when it's foooolish E G A party with undertones D Everyone is dancing A And i just reached perfection E G Bodies, stories, smiles and show D All the different gestures A Easily read wrong E G Just wait until the smoke is gone D And im on my paper throne A Giving you attention E G The king of grasping undertones D A year and a bit A Is all it has to take D A Dm Am A million things to do C G Every morning I wake up Dm Am Keep myself at ease C Sometimes next to someone Dm Am People calling me C G Though not as much as they used to Dm Am It takes about a week C To get back to not them F Dm Every day I am in this mess Am C I can't help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh F Dm Just the top layer of the feeling Am C Enough to make me dig in all that I'm dooo-ing Am C Even when it's foooolish