Chamomile

A E D D F#m A E E A E Traded my creative whim for a D D Level head and a phantom limb, you know F#m Dm Chamomile is sweeter when the A E Sky is blushing too A E Tell me how you ever thought of D D Leaving your voice behind I got no F#m Dm Concept of a savior A E There's nothing I could do A Nothing I could do F#m D There's something strange inside me F#m E Digging holes with housekeys F#m E I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry, so D Patient and passive, I Dm thought that would make me wise A E D D F#m A E E A E D It's in my mind and I'm a ballerina D straight off of Dega's brush and F#m When I fall I Dm A E make a pretty pink mess A In my life I'm E Just so angry D D 'bout all of everything I never got F#m Dm So when I fall I'm just the uglist E I'm just the ugliest F#m D There's something strange inside me F#m E Digging holes with housekeys F#m D I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry E So patient and passive Dm F#m I thought that would make me wise E Make me wise F#m Make me wise D E A A Implailed with A Darkness like A Twilight