Turn on Me The Shins Turn On Me [C]You can fake it for a while, Bite your tongue and smile, Like every mother does an ugly c[G]hild. But the stars are leakin[C]g out, Like spittle from a cloud, Amassed resentment counting ounc[G]e and pound. You're entertaining any [F]doubt, Because you had to know [C]that I was fond [G]of you, [C]Fond of Y-O-U,[F] Though I knew you masked[C] your disdain.[G] [F]I can see that c[C]hange was just too hard [G]for us, [C]Hard for us.[F] You always had to hold (azchords.com)