Bruises On My Brain

Bb Dm/A Gm F Part 1 Bb I walk with my hands in my pockets So you can't see my cracking skin Dm/A And I wear my hoodie tight So you can't see the state I'm in Gm I might cry while out in public, because I just wanna be seen F And I'll go live up in the mountains Wipe my entire slate clean Part 2 Bb So please cover me in roses Toss me down into the dirt Dm/A And please upturn all your noses Your disgust, it causes hurt Gm And please push me off this ledge, until I break all of my bones F And please put me on display, in a big world that's filled with phones Part 3 Bb I can't think straight Without a stutter forming on my lips Dm/A I can't organize my thoughts When you're with me, swinging hips Gm And I can't focus On the light that's shining down F And I can't forget About the dark that's blinding now Part 4 Bb So suck my blood, from head to toe Then play me the trombone Dm/A And I'll suffer silently And laugh and clap for your grand show Gm I'm wearing platform boots That make me sixty damn feet tall F So you can't help and blame me If I wanna trip and fall Part 5 Bb Because I got bruises on my brain From all the days that I ignore Dm/A All the stress, and immaturity, and pain That was just stored Gm In this rotting little adolescent thing I call my head F I plan to visit my own grave, on the day I end up dead Part 6 Bb And I'll put flowers on the tombstone Let them shrivel up and rot Dm/A And they'll talk about me on TV Gm And they'll say that I just fought all the battles that faced me head on Even though I lost F And they'll make a golden coffin, and not worry about the cost Part 7 Bb So, I solemnly swear Not to off myself to these chords Dm/A I'll build a city in my brain until my muscles are left sore Gm7 I'll live to be eighty years of age, purely out of spite F So tell me, people on the TV How's that for a fight? Bb Dm/A Gm F