Chords for La Dispute Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit lyrics on screen

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After sundown, before sleeping, I am the worst of me.
[F#m] I am a [Am] mess of these old themes in the murmur of half-dreams.
Whispered seductively [F#m] in [Em] spacey digits.
Fear fiction, these visions, caught somewhere between delusion [Bm] and prophecy.
[Am] What I haven't done, what I've wanted to, what I fear you have [E] become reality here.
Bright lines in the young night keep to the beat of [Em] classic party scene, crowded [Am] and interesting.
No love, no life, no history.
Just touch, just chemistry.
[E] Shot, a roaring undercurrent, simple and sensory.
[Em] Young bodies, warm skin, [Am] perfect symmetry, and it's the moment.
Harmless, it's energy.
It's like medicine, it's self [E]-discovery.
See, all the secrets I keep, what are they secrets?
It's always temporary, that fleeting [C] feeling of warmth,
just a flash before the [G] line gets blurry.
Between a [C] longing for more than what the [A] body wants now, and what the body wants now more than [E] anything.
Was it [D] integrity?
Left at my hands [C] to myself, or just a model standing too far ahead of [B] you?
Was it that I [C] got too tired of the [E] consequence?
Or was I just scared?
I hope to know [A#] I never wanted to get left [C] behind.
No [G] pauseness, not a second [E] guess.
From the swing [Em] to the stumble of the [C] swagger.
They're just movements towards [Em] feeling.
It doesn't matter, neither hesitate to carry [C] on.
A kind of [Bm] energy, sweat and fuck out [E] everything to find every [Em] aperture and compel the [C] animal part.
Ban flames, hate spruce, hate bitter [Em] fruit.
Just try to learn how all the wires in the body [C] work.
Just try to feel [Bm] it out, it's like [C] medicine.
Find a healing in what I've prepared, the end [E] of it.
I wanna feel [D] it out, I wanna know how [C] it works.
I wanna know if it was worth it to worry.
[B] Above the guts [C] I fear would haunt the memory.
[A] Above the damage that I'm sure the fear is taught to me.
[E] Now I wanna know what [D] it is in me that will put up [C] the roof.
If it's instinct takes a hold of me and pushes through.
[B] Maybe it's something that [C] I've never gotten over [E] you.
Or [D] am I still scared?
[C] I see the church steps of vision.
[D] Is there fiction [C] in this one too?
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[D] I've made a tale of it here, still it's [B] a little unclear who's been haunting who.
[G] And time can be such a funny thing.
Always moving to the future, [F#] glorifying the past.
And [C] amplifying the pain it brings [Em] and laughs.
_ _ [D] _ [C] So was our touch half [B] as sacred as I've made it seem?
[Em] Or just another [G] fabrication of a half dream?
Just those chemicals, the adolescent love.
Just us trying [C] to grasp on the meaning.
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Onto a purpose, onto a [C] sense that.
These [Bm] spiritual releases when the feeling [E] hits.
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