Tom: A
Introdução:
C Am F
this wasn?t supposed to be external
C Am F
but it seems i?ve made a mess
C Am F
this wasn?t meant to be special
C Am F
now it?s nagging me: confess
C Am F
don?t talk to me
C Am F
i could improvise solutions
C Am F
and i could try to reframe
C Am F
until i?m left with your admission
C Am F
that i?m not all there is to blame
G Am F
i could lie to be gentle
G Am F
we will never be the same
C F Am F
the more adamant i am that it?s the surface
G Am F Am
the more the walls begin to flake
C Am F C Am F
don?t talk to me
C Am F C Am F
don?t talk to me
Dm Am
keeping count
Dm Am G
as if the hurt could balance
Dm Am
don?t walk with me
Dm Am G
your dirty feet are obvious
F
and how could you brag confidence
Am G
a willing keen participant
F
in rolling waves of incidents
Am G C
you?ve made your bed now sleep in it you prince
C Am F
they would?ve flared out like summer
C Am F
just some pictures i could keep
C Am F
your memory?s inventive
C Am F
i won?t ever fall asleep
C Am F
and now i?m sorry for explaining
C Am F
how you fucked it up again
C Am F
now i?m watching you backpedal
C Am F
i wasn?t supposed to feel ashamed
(no chord)