C#       A           E              B 
Lazy lover, find a place for me again, 
C#                  A 
You felt it once before, 
   E                     B 
I know you did, I could see it. 

C#          A 
Whiskey princess, 
           E             B 
Drink me under, pull me in, 
    C#             A 
You had me at come over boy, 
   E             
I need a friend, 
     B 
I understand. 

            C# 
Backseat serenade, 
         A 
Dizzy huricane, 
    E                      B 
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone, 
                      C#         
You're salty like a summer day, 
          A           
Kiss the sweat away, 
         B 
To your radio. 
          C# 
Backseat serenade, 
             A 
Little hand grenade, 
    E                         B 
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone, 
                     C# 
You're salty like a summer day, 
          A 
Kiss the pain away, 
         B 
To your radio. 

C#           A 
You take me over, 
            E               B 
I throw you up against the wall, 
C#                A 
We've seen it all before, 
                 E 
But this one's different, 
      B 
It's deliberate. 

C#           A 
You send me reeling, 
E                     B                   
Calling out to you for more, 
C#                  A                E   
The value of this moment lives in metaphor, 
 B 
Yah, through it all. 

            C# 
Backseat serenade, 
         A 
Dizzy huricane, 
    E                      B 
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone, 
                      C#         
You're salty like a summer day, 
          A           
Kiss the sweat away, 
         B 
To your radio. 
          C# 
Backseat serenade, 
             A 
Little hand grenade, 
    E                         B 
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone, 
                     C# 
You're salty like a summer day, 
          A 
Kiss the pain away, 
         B 
To your radio. 

            C# 
Backseat serenade, 
         A 
Dizzy huricane, 
    E                      B 
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone, 
                      C#         
You're salty like a summer day, 
          A           
Kiss the sweat away, 
         B 
To your radio. 

          C# 
Backseat serenade, 
             A 
Little hand grenade, 
    E                         B 
Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone, 
                     C# 
You're salty like a summer day, 
          A 
Kiss the pain away, 
         B 
To your radio. 

C#        A 

 E                             B 
(Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone) 

C#           A            E            B