F            Gm 
She's coming over 
Dm	     Bb	 
We'll go out walking 
F          Gm              Dm         Bb 
and make a call on the way 
 
F            Gm 
She's in the phone booth now 
Dm	     Bb	 
I'm looking in 
F          Gm              Dm         Bb 
There comes a smile on her face 
 
F            Gm        Dm	     Bb 
Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday 
F            Gm        Dm	     Bb 
Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday, yeah 
 
I'm too much with myself 
I want to be someone else 
I'm too much with myself 
I want to be someone else 
I'm too much with myself 
I want to be someone else 
 
So we take off 
at Fiona's door  
Walkin' till its light outside 
Like before when we were on the phone 
 
We have to laugh to look at each other 
We have to laugh because we're not alone 
As the cars fly up King St. 
It's enough to startle us 
It's enough to startle us 
 
I love my drug buddy 
My drug, my drug buddy 
I love my drug buddy 
My drug, my drug buddy