Fatalist Palmistry Cifras

Bm                            Asus2
I sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
 G
and coffin rehearsal
Bm                    Asus2
I know a psychic who reads her own palms
 G
and her findings are personal
Bm                                 Asus2
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
 G
well maybe she knows something I don't know
D               G
but I am still alive in love and
Bm              G
wide eyed in my time
Bm           Asus2            G
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
D                     G
your cat clawed out my eyes while I's
Asus2               G
distracted by your smile
Bm                                Asus2            G
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
Bm                                Asus2          G
and you ask me if there's anybody else that I'm dating
 
D
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
G
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Bm
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Asus2
a little patience
                          D
but your painted pony is fading
              G
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
                                Bm                   Asus2       G
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
                                Bm
you count them blessings cause your net worth
           Asus2             G
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
               Bm
but god put a song on my palm
      Asus2     G
that you can't read
 
(no actual chords in the song, but they are...)
Bm
I'm lucky to be under
G
this same sky that held
Bm
the exhale from your first breath
G
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
Bm
by you my tongue may stutter
G
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
Bm
to burst between the wrapped lengths
G
of its bowed ribbon cell
 
(Chords are essentially the same from here on..)
 
D                G
but I am still alive in love and
Bm              G
wide eyed in my time
Bm            Asus2          G
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
D                          G
there's a moth flock in my gut growing
Bm                 G
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
D                       G
pull moon towards them, I can't ignore them
Bm                  Asus2                   G
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
Bm                  Asus2                   G
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say
                           D
but your painted pony is fading
              G
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
                                Bm                   Asus2
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, 
G
that's me
                                  Bm
you count them blessings cause your net worth
           Asus2                   G
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
               Bm
but god put a song on my palm
      Asus2     G
that you can't read
          Bm                  Asus2         G
I'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see
 
 
- Dejayou
toby2395@hotmail.com
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