Crywank - I love you but ive chosen me - pt iv just potatoes

W^D5ell we’re both stuck away for foreseeable days A^D5nd you call me the king I feel like your PA A^D5nd as things go wrong I can’t see my own error I^D5 call you the brat but you feel like a carer A^D5nd I can taste blood from sucking on my teeth W^D5ith the cuts on my tongue and my gum disease A^D5nd it turns into to venom for you and the band Like the tritons s^A5pit and spat but w^D5ith our poison glands And as all confron^D5tation is carefully preserved In our b^A5og of conversation we f^D5ight back unreserved

I w^D5ill always be to you an extension of I ^D5And who are we? Just potatoes ^D5The ones with the eyes pretruding ^D5The ones going off in the cupboard ^D5The ones with the eyes pretruding G^D5rubby and stubborn G^D5rubby and stubborn G^A5rubby and st^D5ubborn