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