Clay

Am G Oh I, I'm as vibrant as an ashtray C Still better than I have been F Falling over my skin Am G C To keep the dust from settling Am G Oh well, I can feed into the fire C All fury, no desire F Bending with the wind Am G C That I keep to fuel the apathy Am G C I'm restless to the point where I'm stuck F G Stop saving your words C And hit where it hurts A# F I hear you speak and I bite in return G C I'm feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head F G I take for a taste Am Em F To throw it away, to throw it away G Am G C Hit me where it hurts [ Hannah Greenwood] Am G Sometimes I roll back into old ways C Where I stir and misbehave F Holding onto my skin Am G C To keep the rust from crawling in Am G Some nights I sleep in crowded hallways C F At least that's what it feels like, ignoring all the voices Am G C It's sweet, but they don't mean a thing F G Stop saving your words C And hit where it hurts A# F I hear you speak and I bite in return G C I'm feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head F G I take for a taste Am Em F To throw it away, to throw it away G C Hit me where it hurts | Am | F | C | G E/G# | Am | F | C | C | Am F C Mould me like clay G E/G# Am To a shape that's not the same F Nothing more to say (Nothing more to say) F G Stop saving your words C And hit where it hurts A# F I hear you speak and I bite in return G C I'm feeling absent again 'cause I live in my head F G I take for a taste Am Em F To throw it away, to throw it away G C Hit me where it hurts