Altar Wine

Am F G Am Fmaj7

[Verse 1]
Am
I'm just like my mother, she sighed,
                  Fmaj7
Only she hides it better
                        G
I see colors in words
                  Em      Fmaj7
I'll draw pictures for ya

[Verse 2]
Am
Come hear me speak about my longings
                           F
All my goodness, all my cruelty
                                 G
When was the last time I cried?
                                 Em
Truth be told I can't remember
      Fmaj7


[Verse 3]
Am
There was once a man who loved me
                           F
He was older; he left a scar
G
And a book about an angel
Am                                
Who made her way back home to God
  Em    Fmaj7


[Verse 4]
                              Am
I still think about him sometimes,
Running my finger up it's spine
F      Fmaj7

                           G      A
May he fall into a well
He left me old before my time.
Em   Fmaj7


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[Chorus]
       Am
So I'm writing this here song

Out on a sick bag just for you
       G                           
In the hopes that in the process
Am

                         Fmaj7     
I might conjure up a few scenarios
 Am


Filled with old ghosts who

Wander and dress in your clothes

Come over here you fucked up muse,

Read me Sassoon
            Fmaj7            F     
Out of your head on altar wine
Am


[Post-Chorus]

Am G Am Fmaj7

                                 Am
Out of your head on altar wine
   F    Am


Am  Gm Am

[Verse 5]
She paused for air, she bit her lip
   Am

Picked the candle, struck the match
   F

G
The smoke, the flame, the glow
The Persian curtains start to dance
   F    Fmaj7

                                 Am
Fix your eyes upon this mirror
                           F
Let me grab my spirit level
Swear you'll keep me safe forever
 G

Tell the truth and shame the devil
C     F


[Chorus]
                           Am
So I'm writing this here song

Out on a sick bag just for you

In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
  F

Filled with old ghosts who
Am


Wander and dress in old clothes,

Come over here you fucked up muse,

Read me Sassoon
                               F  Am
Out of your head on altar wine


[Post-Chorus]
                                F  
Out of your head on altar wine
 Am

            F                      
Out of your head on altar wine
 Am



[Otro]
Am                              F Am
Out of your head on alter wine