Chey

[Verso 1] G D C F well ive never been the biggest fan of change G D C F in fact ive always rather stayed the same G D C F If growing up is folding maps and trading songs for chores, G D C F then let me keep the corners bent and always search the shores [Verso 2] G D C F my brothers out and doin stuff with peace G D C F and i will keep the light on while im playing on the keys G D C F he says dont stall your life, I say I learned to stall the sky. G D C F I always keep a photograph of us with crooked smiles [Verso 3] G D C F Theres a tire swing of future swinging slow on borrowed rope, G D C F Id trade the suit for denim and the contract for the scope. G D C F If adulthood is a suitcase with receipts you cant unbind, G D C Em D7 Ill sleep between the seams and keep the moon in mind. [Refrão] G D C F I dont wanna change, I just wanna not forget G D C F How the night smells like the river, how the radio's regret G D C F If gettin old is cutting ties, then Ill keep them all intact G* D* C F Ill wear the same dirt in my shoes until the world asks me to act BREAK: C Em D7 G (x3) [Verso 4] G D C F My father tells his years through his guitar G D C F but he hasnt played in years stopped tellin me that ill go far G D C F my mama keeps the porch light on at night G D C F says itll help to guide the ghosts to another life [Verso 5] G D C F Theres a dent inside the mailbox from last summer G D C Em D7 A stack of halfmade plans beside the mic - ro - wave G D C F Your voicemail says its time, like a kindly weathered truth, G D C F But my pockets still hold marbles and the awkwardness of youth [Refrão] G D C F I dont wanna change, I just wanna not forget G D C F How the night smells like the river, how the radio's regret G D C F If gettin old is cutting ties, then Ill keep them all intact G* D* C F Ill wear the same dirt in my shoes until the world asks me to act [Ponte] G D C Em D7 G Theres a version of me in a tie, counting promises like grain G D C Em D7 G He swears hes built of steady things but I can hear the rain. G D C F If growing up means losing all the places I belong, G D C F call me childish, call me dumb, but you can call my heart a song. G D C F and maybe when the sun starts rising and the laughter starts to thin G D C F Maybe i will pack my map, maybe Ill learn to begin C Em D7 C (rit) But until I learn the edges of who I am supposed to be G D C F (tempi) Let me fold the paper boats and let me live beneath the trees Outro: C Em D7 C G D C F C Em D7 C G D C F G