_ _
C _ _ _ _
Bb _ _ .
_ _
Am _ _ _ _
Dm _ _ .
_ _
C _ _ Every
Dm single night I endure
Ab the flight of little wings
B of white flame.
Butterflies
C in my brain, these ideas of mine _ .
Percolate
Eb the mind, trickle down
Ab the spine.
Swarm the belly, swelling
G to a blaze.
That's
Eb where the pain comes in, _ like a
Ab second _ skeleton.
C Trying to
Abm fit beneath the
C skin.
I can't
G feel the _ feelings,
D and oh, every single
Am Dm night's a lie.
With
D my _ _ _ brain.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_
C _ _ What I say
Dm to her, what I say to
Am her.
What does she think
Eb of me.
That I'm not what I ought to
C be.
That I'm what I turn out to be.
It's
G got to be
Eb somebody else's fault I can't
A get caught.
G If what I am is what I
Eb am, cause I does what I does.
Then brother get back, cause
Ab my breath's gonna
C bust open.
The rib is the shell,
F and the heart is the
C yolk.
And I just made a meal for us both to choke on.
Am Every single
E night's a fight.
With
D my _ _ _ _ _ brain _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _
Dm I _ _
G just _
Bb wanna feel _
A _ _ .
_ _
F _ _ _
Am _ _ _ .
_ _
Bb _ _ _ _
A _ _ .
everything.
F _ _ _ _
C _ .
I just
Bb wanna _ feel
A _ _ .
everything.
Am So I'm gonna try to
Dm be still now.
C Gonna renounce
G the middle while.
C And if we had a double king's back then.
We
Eb could move in and
C I'd soon forget.
G That what I am is what I am,
Eb cause I does what I does.
And maybe I'd relax, let
Ab my breast just bust open.
C My heart's made of parts
F of all that's around
C me.
And that's why the devil
G just can't get around
Am me.
Every single night's
G alright.
_ _
Am Every single night's
D a fight.
_ And every
Am single fight's
E alright.
D With my _ _ _ _ brain _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _
Dm I _ _
G just wanna
Bb _ feel _
A _ .
everything.
F _ I _ _
G just wanna
Bb feel _ _
A _ .
everything.
_
F I _ _
Em _ .
just wanna
Bb _ feel _
A _ .
everything.
_
F I _ _
Em _ .
just wanna
Gm feel _ _
A _ .
everything.
_ _
B _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .