Walking Dead

[Refrão] N.C. Amaj7 Don't ever let 'em see you cry Em7 Can't mourn a love that was never mine Gmaj7 I'm trynna understand what I'm feeling Dmaj7 You ever had to grieve a body that's still breathing [Verso 1] Amaj7 Running from the walking dead Em7 You were the ghost haunting my bed Gmaj7 If I could choose to live for me Dmaj7 I'd die for us instead Amaj7 I'm trynna make it somewhere far Em7 To be where no one knows who you are Gmaj7 A freckle on a bleeding head Dmaj7 Among the living dead [Refrão] Amaj7 Don't ever let 'em see you cry Em7 Can't mourn a love that was never mine Gmaj7 I'm trynna understand what I'm feeling Dmaj7 You ever had to grieve a body that's still breathing Amaj7 I'd follow you to paradise Em7 I'd tempt my fate just to feel alive Gmaj7 Nobody understands what I'm feeling Dmaj7 You ever had to grieve a body that's still breathing Instrumental: Amaj7 Em7 Gmaj7 Dmaj7 [Verso 2] Amaj7 Crybaby, don't you cry no more Em7 You were to blame, but I was at fault Gmaj7 Dmaj7 Oh, they can bury me alive if I'm still by your side Amaj7 Crybaby, it's a Cold War Em7 I said my peace, but I'm ready to fight Gmaj7 Dmaj7 I have to leave, but I will never want to say goodbye [Refrão] Amaj7 Don't ever let 'em see you cry Em7 Can't mourn a love that was never mine Gmaj7 I'm trynna understand what I'm feeling Dmaj7 You ever had to grieve a body that's still breathing Amaj7 I'd follow you to paradise Em7 I'd tempt my fate just to feel alive Gmaj7 Nobody understands what I'm feeling Dmaj7 You ever had to grieve a body that's still breathing [Ponte] Bm7 A Crybaby, don't you cry no more Dmaj7 E Crybaby, you won't make it through that door F#m7 Crybaby, it's a Cold War Em7 Dmaj7 Crybaby, you won't Bm7 A Crybaby, don't you cry no more Dmaj7 E Crybaby, you won't make it through that door F#m7 E Dmaj7 Crybaby, it's a Cold War [Refrão] Bm7 Don't ever let 'em see you cry A Dmaj7 Can't mourn a love that was never mine E F#m7 Nobody understands what I'm feeling E7 Dmaj7 You ever had to grieve a body that's still breathing