Tom: A
Introdução:
Am
Stick stained with the color of my blood
Life has been a variance of luck
C
And a bunch of long trips getting dragged behind a truck
F
It's not the vision that I had when I was young
E
But it's better than pretending and then biting down on my tongue when they
Am
ask me
C
I don't need them now, a broken wave
F
No matter how the world spins round or the bounty on my plate
E
What's inside of me is never gonna change
But they don't wanna look
Am E
Some things will always be the same
C F
I'm still right here to take the blame
Am E
One thing or another, it's all the same
C E Am
It feels like I'm trying to start a fire in the rain
C FE
Verse : (same chords as before)
It's like I'm spitting in the wind