Abby (demo)

	  		              G                     Dm 
Climb up the ivy, come through the window 
                F                     C 
Hide from your family, here with your face close 
              G                     Dm 
Tell on your brother, how he's been so cold 
               F                    C 
I'll make you dinner, put on your headphones 
              G                      Dm 
Tune out the bad news, letters from college 
              F                          C 
You miss your best friend, she should be calling 
            G                      Dm 
Just fall asleep right here on the carpet 
           F                       C 
I'd never wake you, stay till the morning light 

C     Dm          Am      F      C 
  I'm right here, fall to me, to me 
     Dm        Am         F             C 
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams 
    Dm    Am      F        C 
You never heard a thing, nothing 
  Dm       Am      F 
I hope you know to talk to me 

( G  Dm  Am  C ) 

                G                 Dm 
When we were little we shared a haircut 
           F                   C 
Wanted to kill you, I was embarrassed 
           G                    Dm 
Mothers insisted that we would grow up 
                       F                          C 
And things would be different cause we would be closer 
                G                  Dm 
Tell me your secrets, ask every question 
            F     C 
My door is open twenty four-seven 
                G                       Dm 
Think you were made from something in heaven 
             F                 C 
You made me love the number eleven 

 C     Dm          Am      F      C 
I, I'm right here, fall to me, to me 
     Dm        Am         F             C 
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams 
    Dm    Am      F        C 
You never heard a thing, nothing 
  Dm       Am      F       Dm 
I hope you know to talk to me 

( F  C  G ) 
( Dm  F  C  G ) 

              G                Dm 
I was just thinking, do you remember 
          F                  C 
Going to New York back in November 
              G                  Dm 
Swallowing chocolate, sharing a king bed 
            F                C 
Judging an album, judging my boyfriend 
           G                 Dm 
Isn't it funny we're getting older 
             F                 C 
You used to fit right up on my shoulders 
           G                     Dm 
I can't believe our childhood is over 
            F                 C 
I'm really grateful I get to know you 

 C     Dm          Am      F      C 
I, I'm right here, fall to me, to me 
     Dm        Am         F             C 
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams 
    Dm    Am      F        C 
You never heard a thing, nothing 
  Dm       Am      F       C 
I hope you know to talk to me 

    Dm          Am      F      C 
I'm right here, fall to me, to me 
     Dm        Am         F             C 
Fill your head with sweet dreams, sweet dreams 
    Dm    Am      F        C 
You never heard a thing, nothing 
  Dm       Am      F       C 
I hope you know to talk to me