Mckenna Grace - Checkered Vans

[Chorus]
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha

[Verse 1]
Bm
Chew me up then spit me out
A
Then leave me lyin’ on the ground
D Em
A low blow even for you
Bm
Paranoid, you’re in my head
A
You’re in my blood and when I’m dead
D Em
You’ll probably dig my grave up too

[Pre-Chorus]
D Em
My stupid heart was in your hands
Bm Bb
You used me like your cigarettes
D Em
Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans
Bm Bb
Damn, what the hell happened?
D Em
I’ll say I should’ve known, I should’ve known better
Bm Bm
That you’re a backstabber
D
But how could I have known
Em Bm
Behind your grey coat your words are made of daggers
Bb
And cherry lip smacker, smacker

[Chorus]
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha

[Verse 2]

Bm
I’m just gonna hold my breathe
A
‘Cause all you do is make me sick
D Em
You even ruined air for me
Bm
You ruined parking lots and movie snacks
A
And photo booths, imagine that
B Em
I guess no more souvenirs from parties

[Pre-Chorus]
D Em
My stupid heart was in your hands
Bm Bb
You used me like your cigarettes
D Em
Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans
Bm Bb
Damn, what the hell happened?
D Em
I’ll say I should’ve known, I should’ve known better
Bm Bm
That you’re a backstabber
D
But how could I have known
Em Bm
Behind your grey coat your words are made of daggers
Bb
And cherry lip smacker, smacker

[Chorus]
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha

[Bridge]
D Em
I swear you exist just to spite me
Bm Bb
I’m your cigarette so gaslight me
D Em
In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s
Bm N.C.
Really put me out, really put me out, put me
D Em
I swear you exist just to spite me
Bm Bb
I’m your cigarette so gaslight me
D Em
In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s
Bm Bb
Really put me out, really put me out, put me

[Pre-Chorus]
D Em
My stupid heart was in your hands
Bm Bb
You used me like your cigarettes
D Em
Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans
Bm Bb
Damn, what the hell happened?
D Em
I’ll say I should’ve known, I should’ve known better
Bm Bm
That you’re a backstabber
D
But how could I have known
Em Bm
Behind your grey coat your words are made of daggers
Bb
And cherry lip smacker, smacker

[Chorus]
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha
Bm A D Em
Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha