Bruises

[Intro] A  F#m  C#m  D

[Primeira Parte]

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

[Pré-Refrão]

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

[Refrão]

       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

[Segunda Parte]

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

[Pré-Refrão]

    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

[Refrão]

       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

[Ponte]

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