Tom: F#m
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[Verse 1]
D A
Trading my creative whim
G
For a level head and a phantom limb
Bm A
You know chamomile is sweeter when
D A
The sky is blushing, too
D A
Tell me how you ever thought of
G
leaving your voice behind
Bm A
I got no concept of a savior
D A
There's nothing I could do
Bm
There’s nothing I could do
[Chorus]
Bm D G
There is something strange inside me
D
Digging holes with house keys
A G D
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
G
So patient and passive
D
I thought that would make me wise
[Verse 2]
D A
'Cause in my mind I’m a ballerina
G
Straight off of Degas brush
Bm A
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
D A
In my life I'm just so angry
D A
'bout everything I never got
G
So when I fall I'm just the ugliest
Bm A
I'm just the ugliest
D A Bm
I'm just the ugliest
[Chorus]
D
There's something strange inside me
Dm D
Digging holes with house keys
A G D
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
G
So patient and passive
Bm
I thought that would make me wise
E A
Make me wise
A
Make me wise
[Outro]
D
Hell
G
Blood raging
D
With darkness like twilight
