Chord Checkered Vans by Mckenna Grace

Chorus Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Verse 1 Bm Chew me up then spit me out A Then leave me lyin' on the ground D Em A low blow even for you Bm Paranoid, you're in my head A You're in my blood and when I'm dead D Em You'll probably dig my grave up too Pre-Chorus D Em My stupid heart was in your hands Bm Bb You used me like your cigarettes D Em Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans Bm Bb Damn, what the hell happened? D Em I'll say I should've known, I should've known better Bm Bm That you're a backstabber D But how could I have known Em Bm Behind your grey coat your words are made of daggers Bb And cherry lip smacker, smacker Chorus Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Verse 2 Bm I'm just gonna hold my breathe A 'Cause all you do is make me sick D Em You even ruined air for me Bm You ruined parking lots and movie snacks A And photo booths, imagine that B Em I guess no more souvenirs from parties Pre-Chorus D Em My stupid heart was in your hands Bm Bb You used me like your cigarettes D Em Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans Bm Bb Damn, what the hell happened? D Em I'll say I should've known, I should've known better Bm Bm That you're a backstabber D But how could I have known Em Bm Behind your grey coat your words are made of daggers Bb And cherry lip smacker, smacker Chorus Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Bridge D Em I swear you exist just to spite me Bm Bb I'm your cigarette so gaslight me D Em In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s Bm N.C. Really put me out, really put me out, put me D Em I swear you exist just to spite me Bm Bb I'm your cigarette so gaslight me D Em In your checkered Vans straight out the 90s Bm Bb Really put me out, really put me out, put me Pre-Chorus D Em My stupid heart was in your hands Bm Bb You used me like your cigarettes D Em Then you stomped me out in your checkered Vans Bm Bb Damn, what the hell happened? D Em I'll say I should've known, I should've known better Bm Bm That you're a backstabber D But how could I have known Em Bm Behind your grey coat your words are made of daggers Bb And cherry lip smacker, smacker Chorus Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha Bm A D Em Aah-ah-ah-aah, ah-ah-aah, ha-ah-ahh-ha, ahh-ha