The Birthday Party(Chords)

	        Intro: D  Em  G  A  
        D  Em  G  A  

D   Em             G   A              D    
Hello, there's a place I've been going 
          Em                  G  A 
There's a place I've been going 
          D  Em           G 
Now I'm clean, it would seem 
       A                    D  Em 
Let's go somewhere I'll be seen 
   Em          G   A 
As sad as it seems 
 A               
I seen Greg and he was like 

D                             Em 
'I seen your friends at the birthday party 
            G                        A 
They were kinda fucked up before it even started 
            D                 Em 
They were gonna go to the Pinegrove show 
       G                         A 
They didn't know about all the weird stuff 

               D                         Em 
So they just left it' (so they just left it) 
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         G              A 
I was wasted (I was wasted)
 
        D  Em             G   A 
And cold, minding my business 

        A 
Then I seen the girls and they were all like 
D                               Em 
'Do you wanna come and get fucked up?' 
           G                               A 
Listen, I got myself a missus, so there can't be any kissing 
        D                            Em 
'No, don't be a fridge, you better wise up, kid 
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              G                      A 
It's all Adderall now, it doesn't make you wanna do it'
 

D                 Em         G                            A 
This ain't going well', I thought that I was stuck in Hell 
        D                           Em 
In a boring conversation with a girl called Mel 
            G                           A 
About her friend in Cincinnati called Matty as well 

D                              Em 
You pulled away when I went in for the kiss 
G                 A 
No, it wasn't a diss 

D                                        Em 
You put the tap on to cover up the sound of your piss 
       G                               A 
After four years, don't you think I'm over all this? 

D                      Em                       G 
'That's rich from a man who can't shit in a hotel room 
              A 
He's gotta share for a bit' 
       D                         Em 
You make a little hobby out of going to the lobby 
  G                             A 
To get things that they don't have 

             D                            Em 
Does it go through ya when I'm talking to ya? 
                         G 
You know that I could sue ya if we're married 
          A 
And you fuck up again 
    D                  Em 
Impress myself with stealth and bad health 
          G                       A 
And my wealth and progressive causes 

              D                     Em 
Drink your kombucha and buy an Ed Ruscha 
                 G 
Surely, it's a print 'cause I'm not made of it 
  A 
Look, the fucking state of it 
D 
I came pretty late to it 
Em                                   G          A 
We can still be mates 'cause it's only a picture 

              D  Em          G 
All your friends in one place 
A               D     Em            G  A 
Oh, we're a scene, whatever that means  
       D  Em          G  A           D  Em 
I depend on my friends to stay clean 
Em              G  A 
As sad as it seems 
A               D  Em  G  A  D  Em  G  A 
As sad as it seems  
                D  Em  G  A  D  Em  G  A 
As sad as it seems
	        

Written by George Daniel/Matthew Healy