Field Medic – -H-O-U-S-E-K-E-Y-Z- (Guitar)

   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

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

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

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

D
Hell

G
Blood raging

D
With darkness like twilight