These Are The Layers Of Bandages

	  		D Bm
G A 

       Bm                       Fm                  G 
You're looking at me now, and I didn't know what to say 
Bm                         Fm            G 
Medicine from the mouth is poison in the brain 
Bm                    Fm                    G 
Wet black streaks are scarring the side of your face 
  Bm                    Fm                    G 
I watch you undress and sleep in the mess you're made 

Bm Fm G G 

G          A        Bm   A 
You'd look prettier dead 
        G                          A                Bm    A 
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa 
    G            A      Bm     A 
You strain your lungs into the pillow 
         G           A         Bm    A 
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa" 

G A 

    Bm                    Fm                       G 
And after it is done, now I can see the stains on your teeth 
        Bm                      Fm               G 
And the sides of your face seem to lack all symmetry 
    Bm                 Fm                G 
But I will forgive and never forget, and I won?t deny my philosophy?s amiss 
Bm                       Fm                        G 
These words are poison delivered through the lips, stating it simply, "ignorance is bliss" 

Bm Fm G G 

G          A        Bm   A 
You'd look prettier dead 
        G                          A                Bm    A 
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa 
    G            A      Bm     A 
You strain your lungs into the pillow 
         G           A         Bm    A 
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa" 

G A 
D Bm  

G          A        Bm   A 
You'd look prettier dead 
        G                          A                Bm    A 
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa 
    G            A      Bm     A 
You strain your lungs into the pillow 
         G           A         Bm    A 
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa" 

G A