Intro
F#m D A F#m A E x2
[Verse]
F#m A D F#m
Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world’s debris?
E A F#m
I swear I’m not a wicked person; is there a wasteland for me?
A D F#m
C#m I scared? I’m fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
E A
(From the inside)
[Interlude]
F#m D A F#m A E x2
[Verse]
F#m A D F#m
Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet?
E A F#m
Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty?
A D F#m
C#m I scared? I’m fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
E A
From the inside
[Chorus]
F#m D
I am a liar, I am a sinner
A
I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made
E F#m
I’m reminded of it every single day
D
(I am the snake, I am the snare
A
Who’s beats of my own heart’s what kept me marching
E
With no legs to get me there.)
F#m D
We’re all liars, living sinners
A
Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made
E
It won’t define me in any way
[Outro]
F#m D A F#m A E (adds a finger to the high e string’s 1st fret in the last C)