Flowers For My Brain Chords

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Flowers For My Brain By Dear And The Headlights

on the album they are tuned down a half step.
Tabbed By Stanley

A                              E
We're just whistling past the graveyard
                            A
Laughing in backseats and restaurants
                                 E
Don't know ourselves well but so what

We know each other
Bm
Floating down from all my mixed up meditations
E
Trying to straighten out my spine
F#min
It's been folding in the moments that I need it
D
I'm obsessing over finish lines
Bm
Asked you why you're smiling every time you see me
E
Said I remind you of a joke
F#min
I think you might actually me on to something 
D                                            E
There's no point in trying to take ourselves so seriously 

A,E x2

A                                         E
We're swaying in subconscious subways so insane
                                           A
But your thoughts still bring flowers for my brain
                                    E
And I still pull my hands past your ribcage 
                           Bm                      E             
Hoping my movements might find their place at your side
        Bm           E
For as long as you'd like
                                        A
And we will weave in and out of sanity unnoticed 
                           E                               A
Swirling in blissfully restless visions of all our bleary progress
                    E
Glowing in radiant madness
                      Bm
Certain of all we're become

Bm, E x4

Bm                                          E
Now we're sneaking out the backdoor of our American minds
F#min                                         D
Gonna leave a couple hundred years of bad tradition behind
Bm                                         E
Done with swimming in the sea of agitated animal doubt
F#min                                    D
Gonna make up out own meanings till the final blackout (x2)


A                              E
We're just whistling past the graveyard

donezo.