Harley Poe - Bloodsucker

I was h^Foping that maybe w^Ce could love each ^Bother until we ^Fdie But I'm l^Fearning that life doesn't ^Cgive a shit about ^Bus and I'm done asking wh^Fy When I w^Fake up at night in m^Cy coffin and it's ^Btime to go get a ^Fbite I'm ^Fthankful you left when you ^Cdid, there was something in your ^Blife that just wasn't r^Fight

My ^Fhabits are getting ^Cweirder, I've been drinking the ^Bblood from the mice that I ^Ffeed But I'm ^Fworking my way up to ^Chuman beings, that's what ^Bhealthy bloodsuckers ^Fneed I'm s^Forry for all the ^Clack of support, well I ^Bguess I forgot how to ^Flove I don't ^Fblame you these days for ^Cletting me go, when my ^Bpushes all came to ^Cshove

But I'll ^Bstop pretending ^Cthat I'm something I was ^Fnever meant to ^Bbe It wasn't ^Dmfulfilling me, darling, it was ^Akilling me I'm ^Bturning myself i^Cnto something ^Fthat's perfect for ^Bme I'm ^Dmlearning lessons as I live, y^Aou want to get, you got to give You ^Freally want it, ^Fyou have got to ^Bfight ^B I ^Dmthink I'll be a ^Ccreature of the ^Fnight

^DmF (^Are^Bpe^Cat^B F^A a^Fnd hammer on E string)

I'm ^Fsick of this town I've been ^Csticking around for too ^Blong, I gotta ^Fleave In the ^Fmornings I wake up and I ^Ccan't get happy and when ^Bnight falls I can't even ^Fbreathe 'Cause the ^Fmenacing conflict that ^Cplagues my mind from the s^Bhit that's never happened to ^Fme I'm ^Fstriken by guilt, God won't ^Cleave me alone, she finds my ^Bsoffucation so goddamn ^Ffunny I'm always ^Fstressing out trying to think ^Cabout fitting in, but my true ^Bcolors inevitably ^Fshow I just ^Fwanna be something ^Cdifferent from every ^Bother asshole named ^FJoe I'm always ^Fworkin' for purpose, something that will ^Cgive meaning to the rest of my ^Blife that I may not ^Flive I'm always ^Fpassing out thinking about why I^C move my bowels But I ^Bjust run out of shits to ^Fgive

But I'll ^Bstop pretending ^Cthat I'm something I was ^Fnever meant to ^Bbe It wasn't ^Dmfulfilling me, darling, it was ^Akilling me I'm ^Bturning myself i^Cnto something ^Fthat's perfect for ^Bme I'm ^Dmlearning lessons as I live, y^Aou want to get, you got to give You ^Freally want it, ^Fyou have got to ^Bfight ^B I ^Dmthink I'll be a ^Cchild of the nig^Fht

^FStare, the hopelessness I ^Bfelt Tryin' not to think ^Dmabout The last years of my ^Blife When ^BI still ^Chad a ^Fwife I've moved on to newer ^Athings Embracing what life ^Dmbrings As I'm waiting for my ^Bfangs And ^Dother ^Cstranger ^Fthings I decided my own ^Bfate, and I can hardly ^Dmwait I'm becoming my^Bself, I don't ^Bneed an^Cyone ^Felse I'm coming like a ^Aflood, I'm living off your ^Dmblood And I'm making this my ^Btown, and ^Ctaking you ^Fdown ^{B F B F B}