Tone gốc: Am
Melanie Martinez
Leeches surAm rounded, conscience is E7/G# throbbing
They can’t G/B sleep at night, hold their piD/F# llows tight
Caught in the F rivers of the E7 tears that I Am cried
Bountiful Am harvest, they flock to my E7/G# garden
Push their way inG/B side, I go run and D/F# hide
They F lift all the covers, pull me E7 into their Am sight E7/G#
SliG/B my and superD/F# ficial F Straining their E7 artificial
YapAm ping to seem offiE7/G# cial maG/B king it D/F# beneficial to F their E7 cause
With your claws from a G/B flesh that’s not yours?
My D/F# hands aren’t yours, and F Gnaw on my E7 bones, no marrow left
To keep you enAm thralled I E7/G# guess that is the luck of the G/B draw D/F# F E7
Let all their Am friends in, the enemy’s E7/G# present
They don’t think too G/B hard about your fragile D/F# heart
They eat off the taF ble that you E7 set, so you Am starve
Stop all your Am breathing, no, don’t let them E7/G# see you
They find any G/B way just to make you D/F# stay
Right where they want F you, in their E7 piss-covered Am games
SliG/B my and superD/F# ficial F Straining their E7 artificial
YapAm ping to seem offiE7/G# cial maG/B king it D/F# beneficial to F their E7 cause
With your claws from a G/B flesh that’s not yours?
My D/F# hands aren’t yours, and F Gnaw on my E7 bones, no marrow left
To keep you enAm thralled I E7/G# guess that is the luck of the G/B draw D/F# F E7