Twenty One Pilots - The pantaloon

^AYour grandpa ^Ddied when you were ^F#mnine They said ^Ahe had ^Elost his ^Amind You have ^Dlearned way too ^F#msoon You should ^Anever ^Etrust the panta^Aloon^{D F#m A E}

^ANow it's your ^Dturn to be ^F#malone Find a ^Awife and ^Ebuild yourself a ^Ahome You have ^Dlearned way too ^F#msoon That your ^Adad is ^Enow a panta^Dloon

^D You are tired ^A You are hurt ^F#m A moth ate through ^E Your favorite shirt ^D And all your friends ^A Fertilize ^F#m The ground you wal^Ek ^C#mLose ^Dyour ^Amind

He's seen too^A many stare downs between the sun and the moon ^DIn the morning air, how he used to hustle all the people ^F#mWalking through the fairgrounds, he's been around so long He's changed his ^Ameaning of a chair now ^E Because a chair now, ^A Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people ^D Who glide across the very surface that made his bones feeble ^F#m The end can't come soon enough but is it too soon? ^A Either way he can't de^Eny he is a pantaloon

^D You are tired ^A You are hurt ^F#m A moth ate through ^E Your favorite shirt ^D And all your friends ^A Fertilize ^F#m The ground you wal^Ek ^C#mLose ^Dyour ^Amind

^AYou like to sleep ^Dalone, it's colder than you ^F#mknow Cause your skin is ^Aso ^Eused to colder ^Abones It's warmer in the ^Dmorning than what it is at ^F#mnight Your bones are held ^Atogether By your ^Enightmares and your ^Dfrights

^D You are tired ^A You are hurt ^F#m A moth ate through ^E Your favorite shirt ^D And all your friends ^A They fertilize ^F#m The ground you walk ^E Lose your mind ^D You are tired ^A You are hurt ^F#m A moth ate through ^E Your favorite shirt ^D And all your friends ^A They fertilize ^F#m The ground you wal^Ek ^C#mLose ^Dyour ^Amind