Skin Chords by Marika Hackman

[Abm] _ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ _ _ _
[Abm] Are you jealous [Ebm] of your neck? _
[A] That narrow [Dbm] porcelain plinth of [Abm] flesh?
It gets to hold [Ebm] your head
[A] And I'd rather [Dbm] perform the [Ab] task instead
Or use my hands
[Abm] _
[E] _ _ _ [Abm] _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ You [Dbm] _ _ _ _
[Abm] _ _ told me [Ebm] of your heart _
[A] A cold tired [Dbm] cabin
Laid in dark [Abm] and a few rooms
Hanging [Ebm] from within
To _
[A] hear some light [Dbm] of fire
My [Ab] scathing, _ silly pose _
[E] I'm a fever [Gb] in [Abm] your chest _
[E] The [Dbm] burning [Gb] sun [Abm] on your breast _
Are you?
I am [Ebm] too naive _
[A] My lunar strands [Dbm] were lacing red [Abm] and green
A [Ebm] captivating scene
A [A] portion of [Dbm] yourself was lost [Ab] to me
But I'm not dead _
[E] Just a harbor, [Gb] no [Abm] one to kill
[E] An [Gb] empty soul, [Abm] fled still _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _