F Dm
bubbles on my leg
Gm A#
a friend pounding at my head
F Dm
she arrived with butterflies
Gm A#
i left her wingless
F Dm
a night to feel alive
Gm C
tonight your bed is mine
F Dm
i thought i was blessed
Gm A#
and wrapped a scarf, around her wrist
F Dm
i am new and dangerous
Gm A#
but scared to be feared
F Dm
i left a trail of black marks
Gm A#
and then i dissapeared
F Dm
for that house not to be
Gm A#
the most relevant that time
F Dm
makes me so proud
Gm A#
to leave a part of me behind