Twenty One Pilots - The pantaloon

^GYour grandpa ^Cdied When you were ^Emnine They said ^Dhe had Lost his ^Gmind You have ^Clearned Way too ^Emsoon You should ^Dnever trust the panta^Gloon ^{C Em D}

^GNow it's your ^Cturn To be a^Emlone Find a ^Dwife And build yourself a ^Ghome You have ^Clearned Way too ^Emsoon That your ^Ddad is now a panta^Cloon

You are tired ^G You are hurt ^Em A moth ate through ^D Your favorite shirt ^C And all your friends^G fertilize ^Em The ground you walk ^D

^CLose ^Dyour ^Gmind [Verse 2] C, G, Em, D progression through this part He's seen too many stare downs Between the sun and the moon In the morning air How he used to hustle all the people Walking through the fairgrounds He's been around so long He's changed his meaning of a chair now Because a chair now, Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people Who glide across the very surface That made his bones feeble The end can't come soon enough But is it too soon? Either way he can't deny He is a pantaloon

You are tired ^G You are hurt ^Em A moth ate through ^D Your favorite shirt ^C And all your friends^G fertilize ^Em The ground you walk ^{D C}Lose ^Dyour ^Gmind

^GYou like to sleep alone ^C It's colder than you know ^Em Cause your skin is so ^D Used to colder bones^G It's warmer in the morn^Cing Than what it is at n^Emight Your bones are held to^Dgether By your nightmare and your frights ^C

You are tired ^G You are hurt ^Em A moth ate thro^Dugh Your favorite shi^Crt And all your frien^Gds, they fertili^Emze The ground you wa^Dlk So lose your mi^Cnd

You are ti^Gred You are hu^Emrt A moth ate thro^Dugh Your favorite shi^Crt And all your frien^Gds, they fertili^Emze The ground you wa^Dlk ^CLose ^Dyour ^Gmind