G                                  Bm                                     
With a growing sense of dread And a hammer in my head
                       Am
Fully clothed upon the bed
D                                                   G
I wake up to the world that lately I've been living in
G                                     Bm
There's a cut upon my brow Must have banged myself somehow
        Am
But I can't remember now
 D                                                     G
And the front door's open wide Lately I've let things slide

Chorus (C  D)
C
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in         
And pick out the cleanest shirt
D
Then I tell myself again I don't really hurt

Verse (G  Bm  Am  D  G / G  Bm  Am  D  G)
Smoking I once quit     Now I got one lit I just fell back into it
Along with my pride     Lately I've let things slide

Chorus (C  D)
I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in Dig out the cleanest shirt
When all at once I'm seized again by exquisite hurt

Verse (G  Bm  Am  D  G / G  Bm  Am  D  G)
That untouched takeaway I brought home the other day Has quite a lot to say
The evidence is clear only resign, piled high and wide About how lately I've, let things slide
D                                                   G
I'm just about holding on But lately I've let things slide