Narcotics

G Bm Em kissing her feels like a chore G Em but when we're not i get the sense that she's bored G Bm Em is this all our bodies are for? G Em i'm too cold to keep anyone warm Am D she couldn't hold me close enough G 'cause when we're making love I feel lonlier Am D when she's crying "sorry" i'm angrier G Em this beautiful world is a big fucking blur Am D G Em G Em of hurting and getting hurt G Em kissing her feels like a sin G Em and i've been so quick to forgive G Em but if God is a bottomless pit G Em grace just excuses our shit D7 D she couldn't hold me long enough G 'cause when we're making love i feel lonlier Am Dm Am Dm when she's crying "sorry" i'm angrier G Em this beautiful world is a big fucking blur Am D D7 D of hurting and getting hurt G when she calls me "patienece" i want to rush Am Dm Dm7 the preacher says "gentle" but i want to cuss D G Em7 all these narcotics and i can't feel a buzz Am7 Dm D 'cause every damn thing that i love C D G is just something i'll have to give up Em Em7 G Em G Em G Em