Tom: F
Introdução: F/C Em F/C C/G
F C/G
Tell me a lie
F C/G
I'll be the first to fall
F Em F C/G
Give me un-offer, unofferable
F C/G
Imagine the warmth
F C/G
In those tiny hands
F Em
That held on to a penance,
F C/G
I didn't deserve
F C/G
Don't it feel like a knife
F C/G
In the back of your head
F Em
And it reeks like an afterthought
F C/G
Rotten and said
F Em F C/G
Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
F C/G
I'm bound by a drunk
F C/G
With a few memories
F Em
Of how you burn through your lovers
F C/G
It's like an ugly disease
F Em F C/G
And give me un-offer, unofferable
F Em
It held on to a penance,
F C/G
I didn't deserve
F Em F C/G
And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
F Em F C/G
And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said.