Sort Yourself Out chords by Neck Deep

• The intended audience for Sort Yourself Out chords is the intermediate level player.

Key: Eb

🎸 Intro:

 E | F#m | C#m | A : 2x


🎸 Verse 1:
E       F#m      C#m
 But did you notice how I'm feeling?
      A         E
I thought you might feel the same
    F#m       C#m     A      E
Going back and losing track so I repeat myself again
   F#m   C#m
I've made mistakes
     A     E
You've broken promises
     F#m      C#m      A     E   B  A
I could win a fucking medal for the most apologies

🎸 Pre-Chorus:
   E
Apologies
B   A
 Apologies


🎸 Chorus:
N.C.       E       B       A
I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
          E
It's like a loaded gun
        B          A
It's like dynamite and a match to her
         E         B
Guess you could say that she's explosive
   C#m         A
She says “Boy, you're corrosive”
      E  B
“Sort yourself out”
        E
“Sort yourself out”


🎸 Verse 2:
E    F#m
 Notice me
   C#m      A       E    F#m
I'm trying here so desperately to find sanity
   C#m      A        E
Not surе if I can be your peace of mind
         F#m
I'm nеver gonna be
   C#m           A            E
I'm never gonna be what you want if you don't trust me
           F#m
So, what's it gonna be?
        C#m
Tell me who you are
   A            E   B   A
And tell me what you really think


🎸 Pre-Chorus:
             E   B   A
Tell me what you really think


🎸 Chorus:
         E       B       A
I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
          E
It's like a loaded gun
        B          A
It's like dynamite and a match to her
         E         B
Guess you could say that she's explosive
   C#m         A
She says “Boy, you're corrosive”
      E  B
“Sort yourself out”
      E
“Sort yourself out”


🎸 Instrumental:
 E | F#m | C#m | A : 2x


🎸 Bridge:
E      B        A                E
 And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
   B        A
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
     E         B
Fucking thinking 'bout the future
   A
It's mental Kama Sutra
     E    B
Sort yourself out
     A
Sort yourself out


🎸 Chorus:
         E       B       A
I could buy her flowers but it never fucking works
          E
It's like a loaded gun
        B          A
It's like dynamite and a match to her
         E         B
Guess you could say that she's explosive
   C#m         A
She says “Boy, you're corrosive”
      E  B
“Sort yourself out”
      E
“Sort yourself out”


🎸 Outro:
      B        A                E
And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
   B        A
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
     E       B
Fucking drank all my kombucha
   C#m         A
Play dumb just cause it suits ya
     E  B
Sort yourself out
     E
Sort yourself out