D G Bm A# G D A

[Verse 1]
   D          A
Trading my creative whim
        G
For a level head and a phantom limb
            Bm           A
You know chamomile is sweeter when
     D                A
The sky is blushing, too
 D               A
Tell me how you ever thought of
  G
leaving your voice behind
           Bm           A
I got no concept of a savior
           D            A
There's nothing I could do
                           Bm
There’s nothing I could do

[Chorus]
Bm D G
There is something strange inside me
D
Digging holes with house keys
A G D
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
G
So patient and passive
D
I thought that would make me wise

[Verse 2]
D A
'Cause in my mind I’m a ballerina
G
Straight off of Degas brush
Bm A
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
D A
In my life I'm just so angry
D A
'bout everything I never got
G
So when I fall I'm just the ugliest
Bm A
I'm just the ugliest
D A Bm
I'm just the ugliest

[Chorus]
D
There's something strange inside me
Dm D
Digging holes with house keys
A G D
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
G
So patient and passive
Bm
I thought that would make me wise
E A
Make me wise
A
Make me wise

[Outro]
D
Hell
G
Blood raging
D
With darkness like twilight