Chelsea Cutler – Hunting Season (Guitar)

Dm             Bb
Patience is a virtue

      C                           Dm  Bb  C
But heaven isn't for someone like me.......

   Dm             Bb
And I would only hurt you

   C                               Dm  Bb  C
Standing on your shoulders in the deep......

              Dm      Bb            C
It’s hunting season, always all or nothing

                Dm            Bb      C
My legs are so tired, how is anybody running?

                Dm      Bb          C
Why the hell  so devoid of any meaning?

               Dm                Bb             C
What is living for if you don’t know what to believe in?

F               C
..It's been so hard for so long

Bb              C
..It's been so hard for so long

F              C
..Where did I Go so **** wrong?

Bb              C
..It's been so hard

     Dm           Bb
The forest has a fire

     C                          Dm                 Bb             C
But all it ever seems to Do is rain (All it ever seems to Do is rain)

    Dm            Bb
And I wish I was lighter

    C                               Dm            Bb                     D
So you would never have to hold my weight (Would never have to hold my weight)

               Dm     Bb           C
It's hunting season, heading into winter

                 Dm            Bb               C
Running from the gun, but it's my hand on the trigger

               Dm       Bb            C
Why th? hell  so afraid of going deeper?

              Dm            Bb            C
I blame everybody, but the person in the mirror

F               C
..It's been so hard for so long

Bb              C
..It's been so hard for so long

F              C
..Where did I Go so **** wrong?

Bb              C
..It's been so hard

     Dm                Bb
I'm scared I'll always be this way

      C
That people will not wanna stay

      Dm             Bb
That I'll wake up forever hoping

C
I just make it through the day

      Dm                Bb
That I'll make myself smaller

        C
To fit someone else's version that

     Dm               Bb           C
I'll lay down on my deathbed an unhappy f*cking person

              Dm*     Bb*               C*
It's hunting season, I don't have a weapon

              Dm*   Bb*              C*
I Am at your mercy, I was just a freshman

               Dm*           Bb*               C*
Why the hell  somewhere in between the crossfire?