Acrasia

BPM: 79 

Intro 
Am    C 
F     G 


          Am                                C 
I’ve been runnin’ behind the fumes of a bad dream, 
          F                                    G 
Park city lights pleading through my ripped up seams, 
                  Am 
Took the long way home, 
              C 
Just to feel alone. 
    F                                 G      G 
The footsteps echo off the cold slick stone. 


      F                  G            Am 
And I swear I heard your voice in the wind, 
       F            G              C      G 
Like a spark from a mad still home light again, 
     F           G           Am   G 
It’s funny how a moment just won, 
         F    G        C      C 
And turn everything to dust. 


 F   C       G         Am 
Acrasia, I’m losing my way, 
G       F       C         G              G 
Chasing shadows through a town dipped in hate, 
   F              C          G  E/G# Am 
As sand drifts of memories I cannot  right, 
G     F            C 
Every street light flickers, 
     G            C    C 
Like what we’ve become. 


         Am                             C 
Tried to bottle up the vengeance and sorrow, 
          F                          G 
Drown the past tray home to see tomorrow, 
                 Am                       C 
But the pavement slick with everything we lost, 
       F                           G      G 
And my head’s still heavy with the cold. 

 
      F                  G            Am 
And I swear I heard your voice in the wind, 
       F         G             C         G 
Like a song I forgot but still home now again, 
     F           G           Am 
It’s funny how a moment just won, 
    F            C      C 
Can fuck up everything. 


 
 F   C       G         Am 
Acrasia, I’m losing my way, 
G       F       C         G              G 
Chasing shadows through a town dipped in hate, 
   F              C          G  E/G# Am 
As sand drifts of memories I cannot  right, 
G     F            C 
Every street light flickers, 
     G            C    C 
Like what we’ve become. 

Interlude 
C    F 
Am    G 


      F                          C 
Maybe time’s just a fee from the night, 
      Am                               G 
Maybe love’s just a trick played under neon light, 
      F                    C 
Maybe I was never meant to stay, 
              Am             G   C 
Maybe you and I are meant to fake. 

Outro 
          Am                            C 
I’ve been runnin’ on the fumes of a bad dream, 
          F                                         G 
Park city lights still cuttin’ through my ripped up seams, 
                  Am 
Took the long way home, 
                 F 
But it’s all the same, 
                  C             G     C 
Still lost in the sound of your name.