Chords:
     A    F#m    E     D 
D#|--5--|--2--|--x--|--x--| 
A#|--5--|--2--|--0--|--3--| 
F#|--6--|--2--|--1--|--2--| 
G#|--7--|--4--|--2--|--0--| 
C#|--7--|--4--|--2--|--0--| 
D#|--5--|--2--|--0--|--x--| 
 
Verse 1
                          A 
Get me the f*ck out of Florida 
                      F#m 
Get me back to that parking lot 
                    E 
Let me dwell in my run off thoughts 
         D                    A 
I'd be better off but not anywhere 
                       F#m 
I need wet feet and harsher air 
                       E                   D 
Divorced Mothers and bedrooms where I can lay my head 
          A 
And the fact that I had even tried 
     F#m                             E                   D 
To change myself erase myself from stories that I wrote 
 
Pre-Chorus
  F#m             E            D 
Traits to fit a state that I know 
      F#m        E        D 
Was opposite but possibly home 
 
But this place isn't home 
 
Chorus
 
    A                            A 
D#|-----------------------------------------------------------| 
A#|-----------------------------------------------------------| 
F#|-------9h11--9----9-----------------9h11--9----9-----------| 
C#|---7/9---------11---11/9-7------7/9---------11---11/9-7/9--| 
G#|-0----------------------------0----------------------------| 
C#|-----------------------------------------------------------| 
 
    D                            D 
D#|-----------------------------------------------------------| 
A#|-----------------------------------------------------------| 
F#|-------9h11--9----9-----------------9h11--9----9-----------| 
C#|---7/9---------11---11/9-7------7/9---------11---11/9-7/9--| 
G#|-----------------------------------------------------------| 
C#|-0----------------------------0----------------------------| 
 
Verse 2
                    A 
Give me back city train tracks and 
                    F#m 
Stolen cigarettes shared with friends 
                            E 
School yard fights and the understanding 
        D                  A 
From parents that were misunderstood 
                          F#m 
Despite their efforts of doing good 
                            E 
I miss the dead grass and broken wood 
       D 
That surrounded the whole 
  A 
House that I would come to find 
        F#m                        E 
Would represent the first thing I made and truly loved 
       D 
(It's not enough to) 
 
Pre-Chorus
  F#m                  E          D 
Change what's in the back of my mind 
 F#m                      E            D 
Despite the things that I've grown to like 
       F#m          E               D 
And I know it's easier here to get by on my own 
         F#m         E          D 
But I'd rather be in a hole at home 
 
And this place isn't home 
 
Chorus
A            D 
  Cold Bones, Cold Bones 
A            D 
  Cold Bones, Cold Bones 
F#m E D       F#m E D 
  Cold   Bones, Cold   Bones 
 
Bridge
            A                      F#m 
You can't take the cold out of my bones 
                                  E 
When they're brittle and they're old 
           D                 A 
They'll break and fall like snow 
                  F#m                       E         D 
Thick and heavily stick to a Long Island street until 
   A 
Decaying and waiting for 
F#m                          E             D 
3 months of growth to force new times to come 
F#m            E           D 
Burning every inch of my skin 
F#m               E        D 
Waiting for the summer to end 
         F#m          E                  D 
And I'm not naive to the fact that the choice is my own 
      F#m               E           D 
Just right now I found something to grow 
 
But this place isn't home 
 
Outro
 
A            D 
  Cold Bones, Cold Bones 
A            D           A 
  Cold Bones, Cold Bones