Stitches

	  		
Intro: Abm E (2x) 

Verse 1: 

      Abm 
Every hour is a season 
      E 
Every minute lasts a day 
      Abm 
So I sit here picking stitches 
       E 
I find comfort in decay 
       F#              E 
How I long to fill my lungs 




         Abm                    E            B 
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't 
               F# 
(Even if they weren't) 
             Abm               E               B 
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth 
                  F# 
(Leave behind the Earth) 
            Abm          E 
There's no poetry in my soul, 
        B                 F# 
Just a list of lies I've told, 
       Abm                 E            B   F# 
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on. 



Verse 2: 
                        Abm 
So tell me how does it feel to, 
  E 
Breathe air cold and clean 
        Abm                                  E 
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen 
               F#                 E 
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke, 
                F#              E 
But even under cover I still choke 



         Abm                    E            B 
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't 
               F# 
(Even if they weren't) 
             Abm               E               B 
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth 
                  F# 
(Leave behind the Earth) 
            Abm          E 
There's no poetry in my soul, 
        B                 F# 
Just a list of lies I've told, 
       Abm                 E            B   F# 
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on. 



bridge: G#m E G#m F# E G#m E F# 

Abm                  E 
Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2) 



         Abm                    E            B 
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't 
               F# 
(Even if they weren't) 
             Abm               E               B 
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth 
                  F# 
(Leave behind the Earth) 
            Abm          E 
There's no poetry in my soul, 
        B                 F# 
Just a list of lies I've told, 
       Abm                 E            B   F# 
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.