Ezra Furman - Coming clean

I've got ^Bmsecrets I don't ^Dknow if I can ^Atell you I've got ^Bmthings to show t^Dhat no one's e^Aver seen I've got ^Bmhabits that are ^C#mhard to break I ^Dswear each morning ^C#mwhen I wake ^F#m*Today's the day^Bm* I'm coming ^Aclean

I can't ^Bmstay this way, but I ^Dpray that nothing ^Achanges Like I'm^Bm stuck between the ^Dgears of a broken ^Amachine I'm on ^Bmfire and I'm f^C#mrozen stiff Down ^Dto the wire, ^C#mwondering if ^F#m*Today's the day ^Bm*I'm coming ^Aclean

The ^F#mworld never ^C#7goes back to the ^Dway that it ^Awas ^F#mThat's just not ^C#7something that the ^Dworld does^{A E}I'm holdin' on when the ^F#mspin gets ^C#mstrong I've got my ^Bmknuckles tight and bloodless, ^EI'm holdin' on

'Cause I've got ^Bmdreams that might not ^Dcome to any kind of ^Afruition I've got ^Bmcracks in my ^Dfacade I might fall ^Abetween I've got ^Bmpictures in the d^C#mresser drawer I ^Dwhisper through the ^C#mbedroom door ^F#m*Today's the ^Bm*day I'm coming ^Aclean