Bruises

Intro: A  F#m  C#m  D 


A          F#m            C#m 
I've spent 22 years of my life 
D                   A 
Trying not to freak out 
F#m              C#m  D 
Trying not to be needy 
  A          F#m                    C#m 
I go through 6 different moods at a time 
    D                    A 
I'm happy then losing my mind 
F#m               C#m 
 Go transition to crazy 


D        Bm                         E 
It's not fair, I've got acetone for veins 
             Bm                             Dm    
I'm so sensitive, just one touch and I feel pain 


       A            F#m 
All my friends make sweet fun of me 
C#m           D             A         F#m 
 I guess it's funny but the truth's I bruise easily 
C#m           D             A 
 And sure I'm down to be a joke 
     F#m 
Metaphorically though 
C#m                       D                   A 
 You could flip me inside out and they would show 
       F#m         C#m 
Black, purple and green 
        D  
Yeah I bruise easily 


A          F#m  C#m 
I've spent 365 days 
D               A 
52 Weeks in my brain 
F#m            C#m 
Going over the same thing 
                D 
That girls said when's in 4th grade 
A      F#m               C#m 
I take everything personally 
     D                  A 
I've always hated that about me 
F#m              Am 
I've tried to be cool and chill 


    D        Bm                         E 
But it's not fair, I've got acetone for veins 
             Bm                             Dm 
I'm so sensitive, just one touch and I feel pain 


       A            F#m 
All my friends make sweet fun of me 
C#m           D             A         F#m 
 I guess it's funny but the truth's I bruise easily 
C#m           D             A 
 And sure I'm down to be a joke 
     F#m 
Metaphorically though 
C#m                       D                   A 
 You could flip me inside out and they would show 
       F#m 
Black, purple and green 
C#m     D 
 Yeah I bruise easily 


A                 F#m    C#m 
I bruise, I bruise easily 
                  D 
Black, purple and green, green, help me, I 
A                 F#m    C#m 
I bruise, I bruise easily 
                     D 
Please don't fucking swing, it hurts me 

Final:

       A            F#m            C#m  D 
All my friends make sweet fun of me 
          A       F#m 
But the truth's I bruise easily 
C#m      D              A 
Sure I'm down to be the joke 
     F#m 
Metaphorically though 
C#m                       D                   A 
You could flip me inside out and they will show 
       F#m          C#m 
Black, purple and green 
         D 
Yeah, I bruise easily