Moses Sumney - Plastic

^G#9Mmm h^D#m7mm ^{C#m7 F#9 Bmaj7}

^C#m7I know what is to be broken and be bore^F#9d Tell you that my ^D#m7silver is gold Though I'm ^G#9much too old for make be^Dm7lieve And I ^C#m7know what it's like to be hold and not be hel^F#9d Funny how a ^D#m7stomach can fail See^G#9ms satisfied cause it's well and swollen

^C#m7Yoooouuuu got me ^F#9Shootin' 'cross the sky like a star But ^Fm7nobody told me to ^A#7never let it get too far ^C#m7See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of ^F#9me Bmaj7

^Bmaj7 Can I tell you a secret? [Chorus]

^C#m7My wings are made of plastic, ^F#9My wings are made of plastic, My ^D#m7wings are made of plastic, ^G#9My wings are made of plastic,^Dm7 oh

^C#m7My wings are made of plastic, ^F#9My wings are made of plastic, /* D#m7 My wings are made of plastic, ^G#9My wings are made of plastic...^G#m7plastic

^C#9My wings are made of plastic, My ^A#m7wings are made of plastic, ^D#m7My wings are made of plastic, ^Am7oh ^C#m7My wings are made ^F#9up and so am ^Bmaj7I