Intro: Dmaj D | Dmaj D | Bmadd9 Bm7 | Bmadd9 Bm7
Dmaj D | Dmaj D | Gadd11+ Gmaj9 | G
G D Bm
Loving can hurt; loving can hurt sometimes,
A Asus4 A G Gsus2 G
But it’s the only thing that I know.
D
And when it gets hard,
Bm
You know it can get hard sometimes,
A Asus4 A Asus4 A G
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.
Bm G
We keep this love in a photograph,
D A
We made these memories for ourselves,
Bm Bmsus2 Bm
Where our eyes are never closing,
G
Hearts are never broken
D A
And time’s forever frozen still.
Chorus:
D
So you can keep me
Asus4 A
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,
Bm
Holding me closer ’til our eyes meet.
G
You won’t ever be alone.
Gadd9 Dmaj
Wait for me to come home.
Instrumental: Dmaj D | Dmaj D
D Bm
Loving can heal; loving can mend your soul
A Asus4 A G
And is the only thing that I know, know.
D
I swear it will get easier,
Bm
Remember that with every piece of you,
A Asus4 A Gadd9
Amm, and it’s the only thing we take with us when we die.
Bm Gadd9
Amm, we keep this love in this photograph,
D A
We made these memories for ourselves,
Bm
Where our eyes are never closing,
G6
Hearts were never broken
D A
And time’s forever frozen still.
Chorus:
D
So you can keep me
Asus4 A
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans,
Bm
Holding me closer ’til our eyes meet.
G Gadd9
You won’t ever be alone.
D
And if you hurt me,
Asus4 A
Well, that’s okay, baby, only words bleed.
Bm
Inside these pages you just hold me.
G
And I won’t ever let you go.
Gadd9 Bm
Wait for me to come home,
G
Wait for me to come home,
D
Wait for me to come home,
Asus4 A
Wait for me to come home.
D
Oh, you can fit me
Dadd11 D Asus4 A
Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen.
A7 A6 Bm Bmadd11
Next to your heartbeat where I should be,
Bmadd13- Bm G Gmaj
Keep it deep within your soul.
D
And if you hurt me,
Dadd11 D Asus4 A
Well, that’s okay, baby, only words bleed.
A7 A6 Bm Bmadd11
Inside these pages you just hold me.
Bmadd13- Bm Gmaj G6 G
And I won’t ever let you go.
Gadd11+ D
When I’m away,
A6 A Asus4
I will remember how you kissed me
A6 A Bm
Under the lamppost, back on Sixth street.
Bmadd13- Bm Gadd9
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
“Wait for me to come home.”
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