Baseball chords by Hippo Campus

[Intro]
A  C#m  F#m  E  (x2)
[Verse 1]
A         C#m          D     F#m
I saw a cigarette contend
C#                       D
It was the smell of death that kept strolling in
A            C#m               D     F#m
Maybe that henna'd back of yours
C#     E
That held me back, back from keeping score
[Chorus]
A               C#m
There goes that moonboy
D
Looking jungly
E
With all his leaves a-growing
A                 C#m
Split down that long back
D
He would've thought that
E
If you got to know his
A                     C#m
True blue with your fists up
D
You little kiss up
E
Wishin' things were heavy
A                    C#m
That's fine in the end though
D
Where'd all our friends go
E
We can dip if you're ready
[Interlude]
A  C#m  F#m  E  (x2)
[Verse 2]
A           C#m           F#m   E
I bet you take me for a fool
A                    C#m               F#m                   E
Nothing like, like rules the cool sensation of Pollock and Jules
A             C#m         F#m    E
Some weird abandon in sheets
A                   C#m
Though the tongue tastes good
F#m               E
My grammar's falling from the cheeks
[Chorus]
A               C#m
There goes that moonboy
D
Looking jungly
E
With all his leaves a-growing
A                 C#m
Split down that long back
D
He would've thought that
E
If you got to know his
A                     C#m
True blue with your fists up
D
You little kiss up
E
Wishin' things were heavy
A                    C#m
That's fine in the end though
D
Where'd all our friends go
E
We can dip if you're ready
[Refrain]
A  C#m  F#m
E     A      C#m  F#m
I was wrong
E            A  C#m F#m
You were a friendly kid
E     A     C#m  F#m
I was wrong
E
You were a friendly kid
[Bridge]
A    C#  F#m  E
Fill the raf- ters
A     C#    F#m  D
Right field dan- ces
Em       D
Baseball diamonds
A    C#  F#m E   Dm   E7
Take our chances out
[Pre-Chorus]
A                   C#m               D
There's somethin' fiction 'bout the way that reality's going
A                C#m              F#m
Seems like the chakra's playing hopscotch
D
Anxiety growing
A              C#m              D
Some cordial framework of the sunset; A yellow made out of gray
A              C#m          D
My bones are tired of the body that woke me up today
[Chorus]
A                 C#m
There goes that moonboy
D
Looking jungly
E
With all his leaves a-growing
A                 C#m
Split down that long back
D
He would've thought that
E
If you got to know his
A                     C#m
True blue with your fists up
D
You little kiss up
E
Wishin' things were heavy
A                    C#m
That's fine in the end though
D
Where'd all our friends go
E
We can dip if you're ready
[Outro]
A  C#m  F#m
E     A      C#m  F#m
I was wrong
E            A  C#m F#m
You were a friendly kid
E     A     C#m  F#m
I was wrong
E
You were a friendly kid
A
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong