Signed And Kyra - Foreign Feeling

[Verso 1]


A       Dm       A     Dm   A        Dm          A       Dm 
It's a summer's day,       beads of sweat drift off my face 
A       Dm      A        Dm 
A fan fades into audio greys, 
A            Dm         A           Dm 
My friends lie on the flowerbeds around me 
A                Dm       A          Dm          A    Dm 
The last drags of the a.m. find themselves wilting 

A Dm 


[Refrão]

A          Dm    A       Dm       A                Dm       A   Dm 
It don't hurt me to bleed, so i don't wear short sleeves 
A          Dm    A        Dm        A                   Dm 
It don't hurt me to be hurting, i don't know what it means 
      A        Dm 
It's a foreign feeling 

A Dm 
A Dm 


[Verso 2]

 
A     Dm              A           Dm 
Go indoors, offer up scotch, and kale ice pops 
A     Dm        A             Dm 
Open doors, anyone can come, as they want 
A        Dm      A       Dm                 A 
Marble floors, cool as cool can come, the fridge clock hums 
Dm                  A             Dm      A     Dm 
Windows closed, the evening is no consolation 


[Ponte]


      F#                          G 
And i don't know why i threw this party, 
             Dm                               F#            G         Dm 
Guess that i wanted someone around me, so i'm sorry but i'm trying, 
      F#                G                    Dm 
And i just remembered i had a boyfriend, now he's in front of me 
                           F#                  G        Dm 
Tryna coax out some meaning but nothing means anything 
        F#               G                   Dm 
And the lights surround me, and the music is pounding 
                                    F#    G   Dm 
And it's all around me and it's overwhelming 


[Verso 3]

 
           F        G          Dm 
And i'm so sick, so sick, so i open the window and throw myself out of it, 
F               G                     Dm 
Or at least my head, think i'm bein' sick but i can't tell, 
       F                    G         Dm 
Was in heaven so this must be hell, i used to be an angel, 
             F                      G              Dm 
Now i wish i could go back to how i was but i'm so stuck, 
    F                G                             Dm 
But get it together, comment on the weather, he says "hey, what's going on? what's wrong? what happened?" 
F               G               Dm 
And i have no words to answer, so i head back to the dance floor 
F            G                 Dm 
At least i have something to suffer for 

F G Dm 


[Refrão]
 
F               G        Dm 
It don't hurt me to bleed, so i don't wear short sleeves 
F               G            Dm 
It don't hurt me to be hurting, i don't know what it means 
F        G           Dm  F       G          Dm 
It's a foreign feeling, it's a foreign feeling 

F G Dm 
F G Dm