D|------------|------------|---------|--------|--------|-------|---------|---------|
A|-0--0--0--0-|-0--0--0--0-|-3---3---|--------|--------|-------|---------|-------3-|
F|(0)(0)(0)(0)|(0)(0)(0)(0)|-3---3---|-5---5--|-4-0----|-0-0-2-|-3-3-3-3-|-3-3-3h5-|
C|-5--4--2--0-|-5--4--2--0-|-3---3---|-3---3--|-2-2----|-2-2---|-1-1-1-1-|-1-1-----|
G|------------|------------|-1---1---|-3---3--|-2-2----|-2-----|---------|---------|
D|------------|------------|---------|--------|--------|-------|---------|---------|
D|---------|---------|-------|---------|----------|----------|---------|---------|
A|---------|-1---1---|-------|-3---3p1-|-1-1-1--1$|----------|---4-4-4-|-1-1-1-1-|
F|-3---3---|-0---0---|-3-2-3-|-3-------|-0-0-0--0$|----------|---3-3-4-|-2-2-2-2-|
C|-3---3---|---------|-1-----|-3-3-----|-2-2-2----|----------|---1-1-1-|-3-3-3-3-|
G|-1---1---|-3---3---|-------|-1-------|-3-3-3----|----------|-1-------|-3-3-3-3-|
D|---------|---------|-------|---------|----------|3-3-3-----|---------|---------|
| I'm a junkyard,... full of false starts,... and I don't need your permission. |
To bu---ry my love,... under this bare,... light bu---lb.
Bridge 1: The moon is a sickle cell,... it'll kill you in ti------me.
| Your cold white brother riding your blood,... like spun glass in sore ey---es. |
| Chorus: While the moon does its division,... you're buried below. |
And you're coming up ro---ses everywhe---re you go,... red ro--ses follow.
| Solo: |Bb C (C/G) Eb Bb C Eb Bb C D# F |
D |----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
A |-8-6---------8-6----------8-6-8-6-------------------------------6-5-6-5-----|
F |-----7-5---------7-5------8-8-8-7-7-7-5---5---------------7-7-5---------7-5-|
C |---------8-5---------8-5----------------8---8-5-7-8-8-7-8-------------------|
G |----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D |----------------------------------------------------------------------------|
Bridge 2: The things that you tell yourself,... they'll kill you in ti------me.
| Your cold white brother alive in your blood,... spinning in the |
| Chorus: While the moon does its division,... you're buried below. |
And you're coming up ro---ses everywhe---re you go,... red roses...
| Chorus II: So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows. |
It's coming up ro---ses everywhe---re you go,... red roses.
| Outro: End on Chorus chords |
