Dysphoria taby ukulele według Saint Wellesley (Chwyty barytonu)

G
binding my chest and biting my tongue 
Am
wearing boxers never fixed anyone 
G
biking on Bloor could have had me beaten 
Am
its a risk ill take i feel so defeated 

G
dysphoria, dysphoria, dysphoria, dysphoria 

G
and this is the last time 
G
ill allow my ribs to be swollen 
G
and ill grow out my hair 
G
and pretend i dont care 
G
and maybe my ribs are broken 

Em
being young and gay 
Em
is romantic and upsetting
Em 
explaining why you love someone to god, she keeps forgetting 
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she said 'gender is a universe and we are all stars' 
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and i believed her, because this planet is bigger than us 
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someday we'll leave her 

G
dysphoria, dysphoria, dysphoria, dysphoria 

G
and this is the last time
G 
ill allow my ribs to be swollen
Am 
and ill get a lil thin but ill feel better in my skin 
Am
and baby, my ribs dont feel broken 

No Strumming
this body's made for loving 
its not a place for betting 
lets run around and get all sweaty 
i wanna feel myself get healthy 

G
dysphoria's a b*tch 
G
i wanna kick her in a ditch 
G
its not fair to wanna itch 
G
all of the places that don't fit 

G
dysphoria, dysphoria 

G               Am
and this is the last time 
Em                      G
ill allow my ribs to be swollen