Delete Forever Tabulatur von Grimes (für Baryton)

[Primeira Parte]

C               Em
Lying so awake, things I can't escape
G              D             A
Lately, I just turn 'em into demons
C                   Em
Flew into the sun, fucking heroin
G              D             A
Lately I just turn 'em into reasons, and excuses
 
[Pré-Refrão]

C
Always down when I'm not up
Em
Guess it's just my rotten luck
G                    D         A
To fill my time with permanent blue
      C
But I can't see above it
Em
Guess I fucking love it
     G    D      A
But, oh, I didn't mean to
 
[Refrão]

C                 Em
I see everything, I see everything
G                 D                A
Don't you tell me now that I don't want it
    C                 Em
But I did everything, I did everything
  G               D         A
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (Woo!)
 
( C  Em  G  D  A )
( C  Em  G  D  A )
 
[Segunda Parte]

C                     Em
Funny how they think, us naive when we're on the brink
G              D              A
Innocence was fleeting like a season
C                  Em
Cannot comprehend, lost so many men
G               D                 A
Lately, all their ghosts turn into reasons and excuses
 
[Pré-Refrão]

C
Always down when I'm not up
Em
Guess it's just my rotten luck
G                    D        A
To fill my time with permanent blue
      C
But I can't see above it
Em
Guess I fucking love it
     G    D      A
But, oh, I didn't mean to
 
[Refrão]

C                 Em
I see everything, I see everything
G                 D                A
Don't you tell me now that I don't want it
    C                 Em
But I did everything, I did everything
  G               D         A
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet (Woo!)
 
( C  Em  G  D  A )
( C  Em  G  D  A )
  
[Refrão]

C                 Em
I see everything, I see everything
G                 D                A
Don't you tell me now that I don't want it
    C                 Em
But I did everything, I did everything
  G               D         A
More lines on the mirror than a sonnet
 
[Final] C  Em  G  D  A 
        C  Em  G  D  A