Jordan Mackampa - Parachutes

You're making me sic^Abk to my stomach ^CmTesting my ^Bbfaith to its peak But it ^Cmtook me a whi^Able to believe it It was ^Cmdown in a ^Bbspace I can't reach But I^Cm can't exc^Abuse this anymore This f^Cmeeling ins^Bbide of me Your pe^Cmripheral f^Abocus keeps failing to notice I'm ^Cmtearing a^Bbpart at the seams

I've never been ^Abup so high This parac^Bbhute's the missing proof^Cm I've made a mist^Abake this time Yeah, I've made a mis^Bbtake this time

^CmScratched through the surface and ^Gmwe're all imperfect But there's s^Cm/Abomething about you, that tightens the noose ^CmIf ignorance is bliss, then I'd be ^Gmbetter off ^Cm/AbNot knowing you, not knowing you ^CmWhen you scratched through the sur^Gmface, we're all imperfect But you ^Cm/Abfired the gun, that broke through my lungs ^CmIf ignorance is bliss, then I'd be ^Gmbetter off ^Cm/AbNot knowing you

'Cause you're making me ^Absick in my stomach ^CmBoiling the ^Bbblood in my veins ^CmI feel the ^Abwill in me fading To ^Cmthink of a ^Bbreason to stay But ^CmI can't exc^Abuse this anymore These ^Cmfeelings in^Bbside of me A^Cmbusing your ^Abstrength in my weakness ^CmTears me ap^Bbart at the seams

I've never been ^Abup so high This parac^Bbhute's the missing proof^Cm I've made a mist^Abake this time Yeah, I've made a mis^Bbtake this time

^CmScratched through the surface and ^Gmwe're all imperfect But there's s^Cm/Abomething about you, that tightens the noose ^CmIf ignorance is bliss, then I'd be ^Gmbetter off ^Cm/AbNot knowing you, not knowing you ^CmWhen you scratched through the sur^Gmface, we're all imperfect But you ^Cm/Abfired the gun, that broke through my lungs ^CmIf ignorance is bliss, then I'd be ^Gmbetter off ^Cm/AbNot knowing you