My Friend Peter

 
              
 
Intro: 
 
E C#m B (3x)  
A B A 
 
Verse
  
         E                    C#m                B 
I don't care who you've been sleeping with these days 
                 E                                           
You're outta my hair 
                    C#m             B            E            
It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear 
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Every night I drink myself to sleep 
      A                                                      
Not thinking about you 
      B            A           E                               
Not thinking about anything at all 
 
  C#m B 
E C#m B 
 
Verse
 
         E                    C#m               B              
I don't care who you've been dining with these days 
                E                                            
It's more than fair 
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Much rather be drinking anyways 
           E                                                   
With my friend Peter 
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Who lives so fucking far away 
     A                                                       
Yet not as far as you 
       B                    A                E                 
Even though you live right down my fucking street 
 
 
         A     B                    E                           
And I'm tired    of sleeping with myself 
     A     B                                     E              
I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help 
     A        B                           A                    
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you 
                 B         A               E                   
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do 
 
 
C#m B 
E C#m B 
 
 
         E                    C#m              B                
I don't care who you've been kissing on these days 
                E                                            
It's out of my hands 
                     C#m              B                      
and in my mouth with such a pleasant taste 
          E                    C#m           B                
I need a beer to wash it all away without a trace 
                A                                            
And then I'll drink 23 more 
               B           A              E                    
To wipe this stupid smile off my fucking face 
 
 
         A     B                    E                           
And I'm tired    of sleeping with myself 
     A     B                                     E              
I'm tired, all these drinks and drugs no longer help 
     A        B                           A                    
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you 
                 B         A               E                   
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do