2 Patches

Bb                               C
You’re a ray of sunshine, nothing but,
                 F       F7
A pair of wings on my back.
Bb                         C
I’m just a boy on a skateboard,
                       F      F7
With two patches on my kneecap.
Bb                          C
The brightest stars burn fast,
                       F              F7
Some things were never meant to last (never meant to last).

[Chorus]
Bb             C   F      A            Dm
So I’m holding on, to the memories we have,
            Bb          C
‘Cause I’m sure, I will fuck this thing up,
F    A              D7
The first chance I have.
         Bb           Bbm
So I’m holding; I’m holding onto that.

[Verse]
Bb                                       C
Let’s lose our hair together; we don’t care,
C                             F        F7
Hook on my hand, you in stolen underwear.
Bb                                   C
So when our heart is done, heaven’s been,
C                                             F
I’ll still make your heart skip now like you were seventeen.
                   F7
Two patches on my kneecap.
Bb                                           C
So let’s grow old and ugly, and hate the world,
C                                    F                F7
Lord take my youth, but please don’t take my girl (don’t take my girl).

[Chorus]
Bb              C   F      A           Dm
So I’m holding on, to the memories we have,
            Bb           C
‘Cause I’m sure, I will fuck this thing up,
F    A              D7
The first chance I have.
           G       Bbm
So I’m holding; holding onto that.

[Bridge]
Bb
We all question love, I say, ‘What for?’,
C
I found a piratess that makes me jaw drop.
F
I’m off tomorrow now for six months, that’s Sod’s Law,
                                F7
This girl ain’t off the shelf, mate, she’s top drawer.
Bb
Think we’ve had some times? Well, there’s lots more,
C
Keep kissing me, girl, what you stop for?
F
Other girls get me tight lipped, you drop jaw,
F7
Not off the shelf, mate, no, she’s top drawer.

[Chorus]
      Bb    C   F        A         Dm
I’m holding on, to the memories we have,
           Bb       C     F
‘Cause I’m sure by now, I’d have fucked it up,
     A               Dm
The first chance I have.
              G                             Bbm
And so I’m holding (holding); I guess I’m holding onto that.
F
Mmm.