Knuckles

F A Bb I've been growing fond of cutting up my hands again Dm C Bb But this time it's not from playing songs, it's throwing fists F Bb Not even therapy can fix the damage dealt Dm C Bb My god, my god, my god, yeah F A Bb I spent so much time alone that I could barely tell Dm C Bb That my bloody knuckles were the only pain I felt F Bb Not even therapy can make me love myself Dm C Bb My god, my god, my god, yeah C Dm Bb But you’re doing just fine without me aren’t you C Dm Bb I’ve been living two straight years of suffering right through C Dm Bb Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you Dm C Bb My god, my god, my god, yeah Dm C D I was lonelier when I was with you Bb I’ve been going hard trying to make something of myself Dm F I’ve been chasing sanity while they’re all chasing clout Bb But even on the movie screen i’m still judging myself Dm Bb You ain’t god, you ain’t god, you ain’t god C Dm Bb But you’re doing just fine without me aren’t you C Dm Bb I’ve been living two straight years of sacrifice too C Dm Bb Not even Jesus Christ could save me from you Dm F Bb My god, my god, my god, yeah Dm F Bb My god, my god, my god C Dm Bb But you're doing just fine without my aren't you C Dm Bb I've been living two straight years of suffering right through C Dm Bb I was either too proud or too fucked up to tell you Dm C Bb You ain't god, you ain't god, you ain't god Dm C Bb My god, my god, my god Dm C F I was lonelier when I was with you