Capacity

E                    G#m
I used to think that
E                    G#m
    I should be good at
C#m                  G#m
everything
C#m                  B
      Now I know I was wrong
E                    G#m
I used to think that
E                    G#m
I should do right by
C#m                  G#m
everyone
C#m                  B
      Now I know I was wrong
E     G#m     E      G#m
                 A couple of
C#m       G#m        C#m       B
things is enough, but now I know that every
E         G#m        A         E
wave is just that - cresting and crashing, if it
E         G#m        A         E
haunted you then    Now you don't remember it


[Refrain]
E         G#m        A          E
Sever every microscopic atom of connection to
E         G#m        A          E
"I can barely keep myself afloat when I'm not saving you"


[Chorus]
A          B
Resurrected from the basement
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of me
A          B                     E
It's got nothing to do with me


[Verse 2]
E          G#m       E           G#m
I used to think one man could fill me
C#m        G#m       C#m         B
up             But now I know that if I'm
E         G#m        A          E
always stuck, Obsessed with somebody else
E         G#m        A          E
Distracting myself from looking at myself


[Refrain]
E         G#m        A          E
Sever every microscopic atom of connection to
E         G#m        A          E
"I can barely keep myself afloat when I'm not saving you"


[Chorus]
A          B
Resurrected from the basement
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of me
A          B
Desecrated and complacent
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of me
A          B                     E
It's got nothing to do with me


[Instrumental]
E           A
E           A


[Bridge]
E                          G#m
I was raised an East Coast witch like
A
Doing nothing's sacrilegious
E                   G#m
Triple overtime ambitious
A
Sentimental, anxious kid
E                          G#m
I was raised an East Coast witch like
A
Doing nothing's sacrilegious
E                   G#m
Triple overtime ambitious
A
Sometimes nothing is delicious

[Instrumental]
A          B          E          A

[Chorus]
A          B
Resurrected from the basement
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of me
A          B
Desecrated and complacent
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of me
A          B                     E
It's got nothing to do with me