Chords for Cool Knife Bro (feat. Guard Petal)
Tempo:
99.925 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Em
D
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I want to brush my hair [D] some more, but I'm scared it [Cm] might fall out.
[E] I want to [G] paint my face again, [D] but I'm scared [C] that they might shout.
I dream of being pretty, [D] more than I do of thriving.
I [G] dream of being remembered, more [D] than I do surviving.
[C] [Em] I cross and cross and [G] cross these trails [D] and cross, [C] recross old paths.
[Em] Retread through [G] all the footsteps, [Bm] where once we were [C] so sad.
[Em] It's nice to [G] revisit, [Bm] it's nice [C] to repose.
[Em]
But do I garden [G] my trauma, like the spineless [C] sycophant?
[Em]
[G] [D]
[C] In dizzy [G] rooms, all that for me, [D] I still feel [C] misunderstood.
[Em] But it's ungrateful brain, [G] and chosen [D] pain, to say I [C] feel unloved.
I might be [Em] off in drama king, [G] I may mope [D] and pout and grumble.
[C] Even in [Em] improving circumstance, [G] I still find [D] myself disgruntled.
[C] [Em] I dig and dig, dig [G] out my [Bm] brain's primordial [C] soup spoon.
[Em]
[G] Phantasmagoric memories, [D] are slowly
[C] detuned.
[Em] And endlessly [G] I rewrite, all [Bm] my [C] histories of you.
[Em] [G] Unstable causality, [D] reason to tapestry's untrue.
[Em] And soon I'm sure, [G] the guilt I feel, just [D] comes from my [C] disposition.
[Em]
If these propion [G] dichotomies, [D] are just my own [C] rendition.
[Em] Some days I feel [G] the hero, other [D] days I [Am] feel the villain.
[Em] Perhaps we both are mutually [Bm] instigator and [C] the victim.
[Em] [G]
[D] [C]
[Em] I want to think so fickle, [D] and live just [C] aesthetic life.
[Em] Because this self analysis, [D] it cuts through me [C] like a knife.
[Em] Slices so [G] mathematically, [D] into these [C] perfect halves.
[Em] And the binary [G] of thinking, [D]
can tear my [C] head apart.
[N]
[E] I want to [G] paint my face again, [D] but I'm scared [C] that they might shout.
I dream of being pretty, [D] more than I do of thriving.
I [G] dream of being remembered, more [D] than I do surviving.
[C] [Em] I cross and cross and [G] cross these trails [D] and cross, [C] recross old paths.
[Em] Retread through [G] all the footsteps, [Bm] where once we were [C] so sad.
[Em] It's nice to [G] revisit, [Bm] it's nice [C] to repose.
[Em]
But do I garden [G] my trauma, like the spineless [C] sycophant?
[Em]
[G] [D]
[C] In dizzy [G] rooms, all that for me, [D] I still feel [C] misunderstood.
[Em] But it's ungrateful brain, [G] and chosen [D] pain, to say I [C] feel unloved.
I might be [Em] off in drama king, [G] I may mope [D] and pout and grumble.
[C] Even in [Em] improving circumstance, [G] I still find [D] myself disgruntled.
[C] [Em] I dig and dig, dig [G] out my [Bm] brain's primordial [C] soup spoon.
[Em]
[G] Phantasmagoric memories, [D] are slowly
[C] detuned.
[Em] And endlessly [G] I rewrite, all [Bm] my [C] histories of you.
[Em] [G] Unstable causality, [D] reason to tapestry's untrue.
[Em] And soon I'm sure, [G] the guilt I feel, just [D] comes from my [C] disposition.
[Em]
If these propion [G] dichotomies, [D] are just my own [C] rendition.
[Em] Some days I feel [G] the hero, other [D] days I [Am] feel the villain.
[Em] Perhaps we both are mutually [Bm] instigator and [C] the victim.
[Em] [G]
[D] [C]
[Em] I want to think so fickle, [D] and live just [C] aesthetic life.
[Em] Because this self analysis, [D] it cuts through me [C] like a knife.
[Em] Slices so [G] mathematically, [D] into these [C] perfect halves.
[Em] And the binary [G] of thinking, [D]
can tear my [C] head apart.
[N]
Key:
C
G
Em
D
Bm
C
G
Em
_ I want to brush my hair [D] some more, but I'm scared it [Cm] might fall out. _
[E] I want to [G] paint my face again, [D] but I'm scared [C] that they might shout.
I dream of being pretty, _ _ [D] more than I do of thriving.
I [G] _ dream of being remembered, _ _ more [D] than I do surviving. _
[C] _ _ _ [Em] I cross and cross and [G] cross these trails [D] and cross, [C] recross old paths.
_ [Em] _ Retread through [G] all the footsteps, [Bm] where once we were [C] so sad.
_ [Em] It's nice to [G] revisit, _ [Bm] it's nice [C] to repose.
[Em]
But do I garden [G] my trauma, like the spineless [C] sycophant?
_ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ In dizzy [G] rooms, all that for me, [D] I still feel [C] misunderstood.
_ [Em] But it's ungrateful brain, [G] and chosen [D] pain, to say I [C] feel unloved.
I might be [Em] off in drama king, [G] _ I may mope [D] and pout and grumble.
_ _ [C] _ Even in [Em] improving circumstance, [G] _ I still find [D] myself disgruntled.
_ [C] _ _ _ [Em] I dig and dig, dig [G] out my [Bm] brain's primordial [C] soup spoon.
_ [Em] _ _ _
[G] Phantasmagoric _ memories, [D] are slowly _
[C] detuned.
_ [Em] And endlessly [G] I rewrite, all [Bm] my _ [C] histories of you.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] Unstable causality, [D] reason to _ tapestry's untrue.
[Em] And soon I'm sure, [G] the guilt I feel, just [D] comes from my [C] disposition.
_ [Em]
If these propion _ [G] _ dichotomies, [D] are just my own [C] rendition.
[Em] Some days I feel [G] the hero, other [D] days I [Am] feel the villain.
_ [Em] _ Perhaps we both are mutually _ [Bm] instigator and [C] the victim.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] I want to think so fickle, [D] and live just [C] aesthetic life.
_ [Em] Because this self analysis, _ [D] it cuts through me [C] like a knife.
_ [Em] _ Slices so [G] _ mathematically, [D] into these [C] perfect halves. _
[Em] And the binary [G] of thinking, _ [D]
can tear my [C] head apart. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[E] I want to [G] paint my face again, [D] but I'm scared [C] that they might shout.
I dream of being pretty, _ _ [D] more than I do of thriving.
I [G] _ dream of being remembered, _ _ more [D] than I do surviving. _
[C] _ _ _ [Em] I cross and cross and [G] cross these trails [D] and cross, [C] recross old paths.
_ [Em] _ Retread through [G] all the footsteps, [Bm] where once we were [C] so sad.
_ [Em] It's nice to [G] revisit, _ [Bm] it's nice [C] to repose.
[Em]
But do I garden [G] my trauma, like the spineless [C] sycophant?
_ _ [Em] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ In dizzy [G] rooms, all that for me, [D] I still feel [C] misunderstood.
_ [Em] But it's ungrateful brain, [G] and chosen [D] pain, to say I [C] feel unloved.
I might be [Em] off in drama king, [G] _ I may mope [D] and pout and grumble.
_ _ [C] _ Even in [Em] improving circumstance, [G] _ I still find [D] myself disgruntled.
_ [C] _ _ _ [Em] I dig and dig, dig [G] out my [Bm] brain's primordial [C] soup spoon.
_ [Em] _ _ _
[G] Phantasmagoric _ memories, [D] are slowly _
[C] detuned.
_ [Em] And endlessly [G] I rewrite, all [Bm] my _ [C] histories of you.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] Unstable causality, [D] reason to _ tapestry's untrue.
[Em] And soon I'm sure, [G] the guilt I feel, just [D] comes from my [C] disposition.
_ [Em]
If these propion _ [G] _ dichotomies, [D] are just my own [C] rendition.
[Em] Some days I feel [G] the hero, other [D] days I [Am] feel the villain.
_ [Em] _ Perhaps we both are mutually _ [Bm] instigator and [C] the victim.
_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [Em] I want to think so fickle, [D] and live just [C] aesthetic life.
_ [Em] Because this self analysis, _ [D] it cuts through me [C] like a knife.
_ [Em] _ Slices so [G] _ mathematically, [D] into these [C] perfect halves. _
[Em] And the binary [G] of thinking, _ [D]
can tear my [C] head apart. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _