Throwing Stones

Dm                                         A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bbsus2               C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.

Dm
There you go again, you cut me off from talking
You bask in the glory, the center of the circle.
All our friends think you are a comedian --
so kind and generous, but I am suffering

Bbsus2      Csus                       Bbsus2    Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bbsus2      Gm9
Away from every little thing.
F
Every little thing.
  Gm9                         Am
I used to love your every little thing.

Dm                                         A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bbsus2               C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.

Dm
You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet,
You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit.
Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around
And make us out to be David and Goliath.

Bbsus2      Csus                       Bbsus2    Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bbsus2      Gm9
Away from every little thing.
F
Every little thing.
  Gm9                         Am
I used to love your every little thing.

F       Gm9                                F
Your arms beneath me, your light inside me

  Gm9                                          F
I used to love your every little, every little thing.
         Gm9                       F
Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,
          Gm9          Am
Now I hate your every little thing.

Dm   C9         Am                                 Dm
Oh    mama I didn't know life was this hard.
Dm   C9             Am                           Dm
Oh    mama my innocence has been tarred

      Bbsus2                   F5/C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
   Bbsus2                 F
I gave myself away to you,
  Bbsus2                    F5/C              Bbsus2                F5/C
I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground
           Bbsus2
It was you I hoped for and
F5/C
us I prayed for and
Bbsus2                  F5/C
me that I believed was wrong
       Bbsus2                F5/C                         Bbsus2
But now my anger is my best friend and careful,
                 F5/C                  Dsus2
I may bite your head off.

A7  Bbsus2  Csus

Dm11                                       A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bbsus2               Csus
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm11                                    A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker
        Bbsus2      Csus
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.