Disarm

D      A     Bm
I'm coming home,
         F#      G             D 
I'm not bound anymore on the 
       G
brink of nothing
            A
I'm just starting something.
D A       Bm        F#
I am dog boy, overwhelmed, 
              G
unemployed,
     D              G             
An arsenal of outbursts but I'm 
     A
just saying it first.
D  A             Bm         F# 
I don't want to lose everything
         G
 that we grew.
          D          G            
I'm not cutting you down, I'm just
     A
 carrying the axe.

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Chorus:
G                 D              
Knowing it's half bad, knowing 
     F#
its a little sad
Bm          F#      G            
and theres blood on our hands. I 
  A         F#
hate this.
G              D              
No one at the wheel, everyone is 
    F#
here to feel,

Bm F# G A Bm A A A

Verse
I'm coming home. We aren't sound 
anymore,
I can't build a purpose in this 
falling structure.
I'm not tearing it down, I just 
can't find the sound.
I'm disarming the bomb before it 
goes off.

Chorus
Knowing it's half bad, knowing it's 
all smiling sad.
And the gun in my hand is empty.
I am Mr. Guilt, everyone is here to 
feel.

Bm F# G A x3

Bm    F#            G            
I thank you all so much for my 
 A         A
next trick, next trip,
       (D   A Bm F# G D G: repeat to
 end with some variation)
drive home.