Crywank – Cool Knife Bro (Guitar)

  Em               G
I want to brush my hair some more

        D                    C
But I'm scared it might fall out

  Em               G
I want to paint my face again

        D                      C
But I'm scared that they might shout

                Em      G
I dream of being pretty

                  D        C
More than I do of thriving

                      Em      G
And dream of being remembered

                  D      C
More than I do surviving

  Em                  G
I cross and cross and cross these trails

    D                  C
And cross re-cross old paths

Em                      G
Retread through all the footsteps

      D               C
Where once we were so sad

     Em        G
It's nice to revisit

     D         C
It's nice to replant

    Em             G
But do I garden my trauma

         D                  C Em G D C
Like the spineless sycophant

   Em             G
In busy rooms all there for me

  D                   C
I still feel misunderstood

           Em
But it's ungrateful brain

    G            D               C
And chosen pain, to say I feel unloved

                 Em
I might be often drama king

G                       D       C
I may mope and pout and grumble

                  Em           G
Even in improving circumstance

                       D         C
I still find myself disgruntled

  Em                      G
I dig and dig, dig out my brain

           D          C
With primordial soup spoon

    Em            G         D          C
Phantasmagoric memories are slowly detuned

    Em                 G       D            C
And endlessly I rewrite all my histories of you

  Em          G                   D               C
Unstable causality, breathes into tapestries untrue

    Em                    G           D               C
And soon unsure the guilt I feel just comes from my disposition

         Em              G        D             C
If these proppian dichotomies are just my own rendition

     Em              G           D               C
Some days I feel the hero, other days I feel the villain

   Em                    G        D              C     E G D C
Perhaps we both are mutually instigator and the victim

Em
I want to think so fickle

    E    D                   C
And live just aesthetic life

             Em
Because this self-analysis

        D                     C
It cuts through me like a knife

   Em                       G
It slices so mathematically

  D                   C
Into these perfect halves

        Em                Gm
And the binary of thinking

    D              C
Can tear my head apart