Bruises

[Intro] A  F#m  C#m  D

[First Part]

A          F#m            C#m
I've spent 22 years of my life
D                   A
Trying not to freak out
F#m              C#m  D
Trying not to be needy
  A          F#m                  
I go through 6 different moods at 
  C#m
a time
    D                    A
I'm happy then losing my mind
F#m               C#m
 Go transition to crazy

[Pre-Chorus]

D        Bm                      
It's not fair, I've got acetone 
   E
for veins
             Bm                    
I'm so sensitive, just one touch 
         Dm
and I feel pain

[Chorus]

       A            F#m
All my friends make sweet fun of me
C#m           D             A   
 I guess it's funny but the 
      F#m
truth's I bruise easily
C#m           D             A
 And sure I'm down to be a joke
     F#m
Metaphorically though
C#m                       D      
 You could flip me inside out and
             A
 they would show
       F#m         C#m
Black, purple and green
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Yeah I bruise easily

[Second Part]

A          F#m  C#m
I've spent 365 days
D               A
52 Weeks in my brain
F#m            C#m
Going over the same thing
                D
That girls said when's in 4th grade
A      F#m               C#m
I take everything personally
     D                  A
I've always hated that about me
F#m              Am
I've tried to be cool and chill

[Pre-Chorus]

    D        Bm                   
But it's not fair, I've got 
      E
acetone for veins
             Bm                    
I'm so sensitive, just one touch 
         Dm
and I feel pain

[Chorus]

       A            F#m
All my friends make sweet fun of me
C#m           D             A   
 I guess it's funny but the 
      F#m
truth's I bruise easily
C#m           D             A
 And sure I'm down to be a joke
     F#m
Metaphorically though
C#m                       D      
 You could flip me inside out and
             A
 they would show
       F#m
Black, purple and green
C#m     D
 Yeah I bruise easily

[Bridge]

A                 F#m    C#m
I bruise, I bruise easily
                  D
Black, purple and green, green, help
 me, I
A                 F#m    C#m
I bruise, I bruise easily
                     D
Please don't fucking swing, it hurts
 me

[Outro]

       A            F#m            
All my friends make sweet fun of me
C#m  D

          A       F#m
But the truth's I bruise easily
C#m      D              A
Sure I'm down to be the joke
     F#m
Metaphorically though
C#m                       D      
You could flip me inside out and 
             A
they will show
       F#m          C#m
Black, purple and green
         D
Yeah, I bruise easily