Scattered

[Intro] C#m  A  F#m  D7M

C#m      A
Scattered
F#m
Like the leaves upon the wind when
C#m       A         F#m
Seasons must begin to change again
C#m      A
Shattered
F#m
Pointed shards, a heart is broken

       C#m           A         
Left in patterns on the carpet where
D7M
 she wept
C#m            A
Tear-stained face, I can't face 
these
F#m
Demons all alone, they don't like me
C#m            A
All night, they stay and eat like
F#m
They talk and they write in thunder 
and lightening

C#m     A
Gloves on, match met
F#m
God makes Her bet
 C#m            A           D7M
That I'll lay my head down again in 
this bed

C#7M                A
I think I might need some help
               F#m
I don't feel like myself
                G#
I don't feel like myself
C#7M                A
I think I might need some help
                F#m
I don't feel like myself
                G
I don't feel like myself

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C#m      A
Scattered
       F#m
Like the leaves upon the wind when
 C#m      A          F#m
Seasons must begin to change again
C#m      A
Shattered

F#m
Pointed shards, a heart is broken
       C#m          A         D7M
Left in pieces on the carpet where 
she bled
C#m             A
Bloodstained hands all around me
F#m
Hidden blades in a two-faced society
     C#m               A
With sinister grins, they carve out 
their wings
 F#m
From what's left of my sanity

 C#m              A
Gloves on (Gloves on), match met 
(Match met)
 F#m
God makes Her last bet (God makes 
Her bet)
 C#m             A            D7M
That I'll lay my head down again in 
this bed

   C#m               A
I think I might need some help
                F#m
I don't feel like myself
               G#
I don't feel like myself
   C#m               A
I think I might need some help
                F#m
I don't feel like myself
               F#m
I don't feel like myself

C#m               A
Clothing scattered all over my 
single bedroom apartment
F#m
My drink splattered look just like 
the paint on a Jackson Pollock
  C#m                A
My grey matter been havin' me seein'
 red, but regardless

F#m
I'm not just mad at myself, I'm mad 
at the world
  C#m                       A
My girl says I got trust issues, 
honestly, I fuck with you

      F#m
It's just I need the guts to say, 
"Fuck it" and open up to you
C#m                     A
But it's just open cuts too 
disgusting to be discussed with you
F#m
Too caught up in my emotions like 
Usher to confess to you
C#m                  A
Caught up in my dreams and 
nightmares, demons don't fight fair
F#m
Wakin' up weepin' from my night 
terrors, I'm actin' light-skinned

   C#m                A
Really dreamin' of cryin', I need me
 a Zion right here
              D7M
Can't see 'em comin' down my eyes, 
so I write tears (Oh, oh, woah)

  C#7M              A
I think I might need some help (I 
don't feel like myself)
                F#m
I don't feel like myself (I don't 
feel like myself)
                G#
I don't feel like myself (Anymore)
   C#7M              A
I think I might need some help
                F#m
I don't feel like myself
                G#
I don't feel like myself