Turnover – Hollow (Guitar)

G#m    E          G#m   A  
I look into eyes, but I can’t tell if they’re mine. 

G#m                     E                G#m
The words coming off my tongue feel like delicately polished, 

E               A
practiced lines. 

A                    E
In my head I know my face, 

              G#m             A
but I haven’t shown it for so long now, 

                 E    G#m
that I might now know how. 

A         E                               
Every day I’m someone else, someone different, 

A                                E                     G#m A G#m A
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow. 

A      E    A          B              A           E
I’m hollow. I fill the emptiness with things that aren’t real, 

   E            B         E
to see if I can feel less hollow, 

A     G#m            A                          
but I know it’s only temporary. It’s temporary.

A                    E
In my head I know my face, 

              G#m             A
but I haven’t shown it for so long now, 

                 E    G#m
that I might now know how. 

A         E                               
Every day I’m someone else, someone different, 

A                                E                     G#m A G#m A
but I swear that you could never tell that I’m hollow.