G Bm A

[Verse 1]
                     G
I've been thinking a lot about
G
When the furnace goes
                    Bm                            A
It's the absence of heat that hurts more than the cold
                        G
And I got caught in the irony of walking alone
          Bm                             A
Down an entire block that's just funeral homes and the ground below


[Chorus]
D
Sad and sober Sunday afternoon
G       D                      Bbm
Sad and sober Sunday afternoon
                 Bm            A
You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon
G       D                      Bbm
Sad and sober Sunday afternoon
                 Bm            A
You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon
G Bm A

[Verse 2]
                   G
I watched parts of you dissolve
                                 Bm
Turn to ash and then get carried up
                      A
I watched your memory fade
                        G
Shadows burned into the wall
                                       Bm
And no, I felt my lungs turn into atom bombs
                     A
Choke on the Florida heat until the oxygen's gone


[Chorus]
G       D                       Bbm
Sad and sober, Sunday afternoon
                 Bm            A
You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon
G       D                       Bbm
Sad and sober, Sunday afternoon
                 Bm            A                  Em Bm
You disappear in fragments and phases of the moon
            G    D F#m
Or an empty room
                  Em    Bm
Or the twelve-bar blues
              G    D F#m
Or a light in June


[Bridge]
           Em                  Bm
You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck
             G
You were the decades on my feet
      D            F#m
I was under purple blankets

           Em                  Bm
You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck
             G
You were the rifle on the wall
           D            F#m
And it was always gonna end

           Em                  Bm
You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck
             G
You were the false rain that falls
       D         F#m
From a window AC unit

           Em                  Bm
You were a bandit, and I was a car wreck
             G
You were the rifle on the wall
N.C.
And it was always going to end like this