The Horns Are Fake

C              G         Am          Am
The fog in my head, it thickens,
C           G         Am       Am
Nothing is clear anymore.
        C             G        Am      Am
But the small girl inside me still searches
        C          G            Am       Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.
      C         G         Am       Am
Said not all of us are so scary,
    C             G           Am      Am
no need to hide under your 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           G         Am
Will you tell your friends your horns are fake?
      F          C       E
You stitch them to your head.
          F       C           G         Am
You can’t grow your own ‘cause you’re the boy
    F      C           E
who feels too much in bed.

F C G Am F C E
*VOCALISE*

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

F                     C           G         Am
Will you tell your friends your horns are fake?
      F          C       E
You stitch them to your head.
   E        F       Am           G         Am
You can’t grow your own ‘cause 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      Am
And I know that you’ll keep 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      Am
But the small girl inside me still searches
C                   G            Am       Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.
C                   G            Am       Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.
C                   G            Am
for the man who slipped off his horns.