The Horns Are Fake

C              G         Am     
The fog in my head, it thickens,
     Am

C           G         Am       Am
Nothing is clear anymore.
        C             G        Am
But the small girl inside me 
      Am
still searches
        C          G            
for the man who slipped off his 
Am       Am
horns.
      C         G         Am      
Said not all of us are so scary,
 Am

    C             G           Am 
no need to hide under your 
     Am
sheets.
    C         G          Am      Am
And so she invited him into the bed
     C        G           Am      Am
and felt him rock her to sleep.
     C       G          Am   Am
He loved my face to my feet, but
     C        G          Am      Am
you keep it under lock and key.

[Chorus]
          F           C       
Will you tell your friends your 
    G         Am
horns are fake?
      F          C       E
You stitch them to your head.
          F       C           
You can’t grow your own ‘cause 
G         Am
you’re the boy
    F      C           E
who feels too much in bed.

F C G Am F C E
*VOCALISE*

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[Verse 2]

   C            G          Am     
The pain in my head, it kills me,
 Am

     C           G           
and I stumble through everyday 
    Am       Am
tasks.
          C          G          
And the small girl inside me just 
   Am       Am
keeps holding on
           C              G       
but you’re gone. You’re already 
Am      Am
back
        C                 G       
to the place where you paint on a 
    Am      Am
permanent scowl,
          C             G     Am 
where you spit in the eye of 
   Am
pain.
           C            G        
When they start asking you just 
Am        Am
how good I was,
    C      G            Am     Am
I wonder what you will say…
           C            G         
will you tell them that I sunk you
  Am        Am
 deep
      C                G          
or pretend you don’t feel, you 
     Am        Am
don’t break?

[Chorus]

F                     C      
Will you tell your friends your 
     G         Am
horns are fake?
      F          C       E
You stitch them to your head.
   E        F       Am      
You can’t grow your own ‘cause 
     G         Am
you’re the boy
    F      C           E
who feels too much in bed.

F C G Am F C E
*VOCALISE*

[Bridge]
    F            C             G 
And I know that you’ll keep 
     Am
crawling back
    F      C          E
to your needle and thread.
        F      C        G      Am
‘Cause no one wants to be the boy
       F        C      E
who feels too much in bed

F C G Am F C E
*VOCALISE*

[OUTTRO]
C              G      Am          Am
The fog in my head, it thickens,
C             G    Am       Am
Nothing is clear anymore.
C                    G        Am
But the small girl inside me 
      Am
still searches
C                   G        
for the man who slipped off his 
    Am       Am
horns.
C                   G        
for the man who slipped off his 
    Am       Am
horns.
C                   G        
for the man who slipped off his 
    Am
horns.