Delicate Roots

 
C       Dm 
Maybe I could be your superhero 
                  C Bb 
Set if off in the end 
 C                Dm 
Swinging from the edifice 
                                C   Bb 
And landing in the palm of your hand 
   C             Dm 
Or maybe I could be some old forgotten trinket 
         C   Bb 
Put on a shelf 
C              Dm 
Moving it from here and there 
                                    C Bb 
Till pride's the only thing you got left 
 

 
C        Dm 
Delicate roots 
              C           Bb 
These are the lines in my room 
   C           Dm 
Collecting the dust 
              C             Bb 
Come way too close and I'll shoot 
C Dm 
C Bb 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Dm 
C Bb 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 

Ooh 
 

 
C                Dm 
Clean-cut like a razor blade 
                                 C   Bb 
You sting just like a sore in my mouth 
C           Dm 
Body like a bottle 
                                C Bb 
Made no effort any way to stand out 
    C            Dm 
You say nobody's perfect 
                                  C Bb 
But my filter wouldn't work in a drought 
    C         Dm 
Our levels of perception had me moving 
                  C   Bb 
Even further down South 
 

 
C        Dm 
Delicate roots 
              C           Bb 
These are the lines in my room 
   C           Dm 
Collecting the dust 
              C             Bb 
Come way too close and I'll shoot 
C Dm 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Bb 
Ooh  


Drop:
C Dm 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Bb 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Dm 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Bb 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Dm 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 
C Bb 
    I'll shoot, I'll shoot, I'll shoot 


{Refrain} 
C Dm 
  Maybe 
C Bb 
   Maybe, just maybe 
C Dm    C Bb 
  Maybe,     yeah 


Outro: 
C             Dm 
Maybe I could be your superhero 
                  C Bb 
Set it off in the end 
 C                Dm 
Swinging from the edifice 
                                C Bb 
And landing in the palm of your hand 
   C     Dm                   C    Bb 
Or maybe I could be a trinket on a shelf 
C      Dm 
Moving here from there 
 C               Bb                   C Dm 
Pride's the only thing you got left, left 

C Bb 
C Dm C Bb 
C Dm C Bb 
C Dm C Bb