Fatalist Palmistry

stanard tuning . im pretty sure there are the right chords for the song and the chords are pretty simple . is a without putting your 3rd finger down on the B string - a can be subistuted in this but i think it sounds better with Asus2 ) enjoy . Bm Asus2 i sleep on my back cause it’s good for the spine G and coffin rehersal Bm Asus2 i know a psychic who reads her own palms G and her findings are personal Bm Asus2 she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side , G well maybe she knows something i don’t know D G but i Am still alive in love and Bm G wide eyed in my time Bm Asus2 G not a mummy shrinking in its cloths D G your cat clawed out my eyes while i’s Asus2 G distracted by your smile Bm Asus2 G and now my sockets sit like empty catcher’s mitts waiting Bm Asus2 G and you ask me if there’s anybody else that i’m dating D ah aah aaaaaah , ah aaah aaaah G ah aah aaaaaah , ah aaah aaaah Bm ah aah aaaaaah , ah aaah aaaah Asus2 a little patience D but your painted pony is fading G lost like a snakeskin in high grass Bm Asus2 G and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream , that’s me Bm you count them blessings cause your net worth Asus2 G oughta be less cream in your best dreams Bm but god put a song on my palm Asus2 G that you can’t read [ no actual chords in the song , but they are . . . ] Bm i’m lucky to be under G this same sky that held Bm the exhale from your first breath G like a ring on a pillow of clouds Bm by you my tongue may stutter G but my gift heart screams clear and swells Bm to burst between the wrapped lengths G of its bowed ribbon cell [ chords are essentially the same from here on . . ] but i Am still alive in love and wide eyed in my time not a mummy shinking in its cloths there’s a moth flock in my gut growing a tug at my groin like tides trying to pull moon towards them , i can’t ignore them and when we say your name our tongues catch flame and you wonder why we ain’t got nothing to say but your painted pony is fading lost like a snakeskin in high grass and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream , that’s me you count them blessings cause your net worth oughta be less cream in your best dreams but god put a song on my palm that you can’t read i’ll be embalmed with it long before you’ll see - dejayou toby2395@hotmail . com