C               G            F
Bad luck to talk on these rides
C
Mind on the road
G                F
  Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
           C
White Ferrari
G
  Had a good time
F
  16: how was I supposed to know anything?
 
 
C            G           F
I let you out at Central
C            G                   F
I didn't care to state the plain
                                 Am           C
Kept my mouth closed, we're both so familiar
          C
White Ferrari
G
  Stick by me
F                              C
  Close by me -You will find, you will find me-
                G
Is this the slow body?
F
  Left when I forgot to speak
 
 
      C
So I text the speech, lesser speeds
 G
Texas speed, yes
 F
Base takes its toll on me
                         C
Eventually, eventually, yes
          G                    F
I only eventually, eventually, yes
 
 
   C            G          F
I care for you still and I will forever
   C         G           F
That was my part of the deal, honest
       Am    C     G
We got so familiar
 C             G          F               C
Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari
G            F  C  G
  Good times
         F
In this life, life
         G
In this life, life
C
One too many years
         G                   F
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
 C                   G
Mind over matter is magic
       F     C
I do magic
G               C                   G                 F
If you think about it it's over in no time the best life

Interlude:
   C  G  C  G  F
   C G F -x4-
 
C G F                         C         G
    I'm sure we're taller in another dimension
 F                      C              G
You say we're small and not worth the mention
 F                      C            G
You’re tired of movin', your body’s achin'
 F                      C        G
We could vacay, there's places to go
 F                 C               G
Clearly this isn't all that there is
        F
Can't take what's been given
      C        G          F
But we're so okay here, we're doing fine
 C          G
Primal and naked
 F                       C           G
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
 F                        C                G
It's just a skull, least that's what they call it
      F
And we're free to roam