The Wombats - Headspace Chords

Intro:
C                               F  
Headspace, I need a route of my headspace
                               C
Cause it's a war in here and I need you take
                   F
Take her out of my headspace

Verse 1:
C                     
Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac
       F
Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas
Am
Cause I'm hurt
                           F
I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt
C
I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swan song
           F
So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum
Am
But it'll hurt
                            C
I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt

Chorus:
C                              F
Headspace I need a route of my headspace
                                 C
There's it's a war in here and I need you take
                   F
Take her out of my headspace
G
These 5.5 liters of blood
          F
Have some sour taste for your sweet taste buds

Verse 2:
C
Cause now I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball
      F
From the 1970's all dusty and worn
Am                                 F
And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts
C
I use to run, run, run until my knees gave way
     F
I use to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes
Am                                        F
I didn't care, they scratch and they bite I didn't care

I didn't care

Chorus:
C                              F
Headspace I need a route of my headspace
                               C
Cause it's a war in here and I need somebody to say
                   F
Take her out of my headspace
G
These 5.5 liters of blood
F
Have some sour taste for your sweet taste buds

Outro:
Dm
You put a war zone inside me
          F
Above and below the neck
                   C
Above and below the neck
C
Someone flick a light on
F
The dark just makes it worse
C                             F
I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words
C                   F
Little life wrecker, are you gonna let me know?
C                                   F
Or keep showing me the compassion of a talk show host?
C                              F
I'm not acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast
C                            
If these streets are paved with gold
F
I want my money back
C                            F
Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory
C                           F
Now the Californian air has wrapped their claws around me
C             F
Headspace, my headspace

She wrapped her claws around me
C             F
Headspace, my headspace
C