Cut Myself Of

Am       Bm 
You fall around these thoughts 
  Am      Bm 
Where you made me come, dear 
   Am     Bm 
Leave all the days behind that made you run 
   Bbm      Cm 
I shall forget the days that you told me to 

I was such a waste when I cut myself out 

Now the fall is over baby 


You'll descend but at a rate you'll find is slow 
 Cm       Bbm 
And all these times afraid to walk the room 
    Fmaj7       Dmaj7 
That you have to take, there is no other way 
       A7      G7 
It's forces far above you, though you want me to 
      A9      E 
I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right 

Somehow we wait from old to young 

Now the word is small 

All the way, ooh