Capacity

E                    G#m
I used to think that
E                    G#m
    I should be good at
C#m                  G#m
everything
C#m                  B
      Now I know I was wrong
E                    G#m
I used to think that
E                    G#m
I should do right by
C#m                  G#m
everyone
C#m                  B
      Now I know I was wrong
E     G#m     E      G#m
                 A couple of
C#m       G#m        C#m       
things is enough, but now I know 
B
that every
E         G#m        A         
wave is just that - cresting and 
E
crashing, if it
E         G#m        A         
haunted you then    Now you don't 
E
remember it


[Refrain]
E         G#m        A          
Sever every microscopic atom of 
E
connection to
E         G#m        A          
"I can barely keep myself afloat 
E
when I'm not saving you"


[Chorus]
A          B
Resurrected from the basement
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of
 me
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A          B                     E
It's got nothing to do with me


[Verse 2]
E          G#m       E           
I used to think one man could fill 
G#m
me
C#m        G#m       C#m         
up             But now I know that 
B
if I'm
E         G#m        A          
always stuck, Obsessed with somebody
E
 else
E         G#m        A          
Distracting myself from looking at 
E
myself


[Refrain]
E         G#m        A          
Sever every microscopic atom of 
E
connection to
E         G#m        A          
"I can barely keep myself afloat 
E
when I'm not saving you"


[Chorus]
A          B
Resurrected from the basement
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of
 me
A          B
Desecrated and complacent
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of
 me
A          B                     E
It's got nothing to do with me


[Instrumental]
E           A
E           A


[Bridge]
E                          G#m
I was raised an East Coast witch 
like
A
Doing nothing's sacrilegious
E                   G#m
Triple overtime ambitious
A
Sentimental, anxious kid
E                          G#m
I was raised an East Coast witch 
like
A
Doing nothing's sacrilegious
E                   G#m
Triple overtime ambitious
A
Sometimes nothing is delicious

[Instrumental]
A          B          E          A

[Chorus]
A          B
Resurrected from the basement
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of
 me
A          B
Desecrated and complacent
E                    A
I'm at capacity, I'm spilling out of
 me
A          B                     E
It's got nothing to do with me