C               Em7            Fmaj7sus2
Bad luck to talk on these rides
C
Mind on the road
 Em7               Fmaj7sus2          
  Your dilated eyes watch the clouds float
           C
White Ferrari
Em7 
  Had a good time
      Fmaj7sus2                 
  16: how was I supposed to know anything?
C            Em7           Fmaj7sus2
I let you out at Central
C            Em7                   Fmaj7sus2
I didn't care to state the plain
                                 F           Fmaj7sus2          Em7
Kept my mouth closed, we're both so familiar
          C
White Ferrari
     Em7
  Stick by me
  Fmaj7sus2                              C        
  Close by me (You will find, you will find me)
                Em7
Is this the slow body?
Fmaj7sus2
  Left when I forgot to speak
      C
So I text the speech, lesser speeds
 Em7
Texas speed, yes
 Fmaj7sus2
Base takes its toll on me
                         C
Eventually, eventually, yes
          G                    F
I only eventually, eventually, yes
   C            G          F     D7        F
I care for you still and I will forever
   C         G           F       D
That was my part of the deal, honest
       F    Fmaj7sus2     G
We got so familiar
 F                       C        G7      F
Spending each day of the year, White Ferrari
D7            F    C    G
  Good times
         F
In this life, life
         D7           F      E G
In this life, life
F
One too many years
         E         G          F         E    G
Some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
 F                   E     G    
Mind over matter is magic
       F      E      
I do magic
G               F                                    G
If you think about it it's over in no time the best life
F  Em  G    F
C   G   F    4 x
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
      C