Ms Mr - Wrong victory

^AmRose-colored g^Dmlasses, they c^Amouldn't shield anything ^AmGolden f^Dmlames that burned, but c^Amouldn't heal me from within ^AmDisperse the ^Dmheat, let the cold sweep ^Amin, oh ^AmBurst in l^Dmanguid light, ^Amas my head and body spin

^CWhen your s^Dmkin doesn't feel like h^Amome, oh ^CAnd I don't ^Dmwanna break down and f^Ameel alone, o^Bbh oh oh ^CThis ^Dmbody only k^Amnows, oh ^CHow to ^Dmhold back more than it s^Amhows, ^Bboh oh oh

^AmA supers^Dmtition, that f^Amound itself in the way ^AmOf a freed premo^Dmnition, that c^Amould've helped me escape It's the wro^Amng kind of ^Dmvictory, dis^Amguised as a breakthrough ^AmIt's hard when ^Dmnothing, ^Amfits like it used to

^CWhen your s^Dmkin doesn't feel like h^Amome, oh ^CAnd I don't w^Dmanna break down and ^Amfeel alone, ^Bboh oh oh ^CThis ^Dmbody only k^Amnows, oh ^CHow to ^Dmhold back more than it sh^Amows, oh^Bb oh oh

^CHairs on my hand, s^Amtand on end ^CThe spine of this truth, re^Bbpel and suspend ^CAct like bars, but sh^Amould help me trans^Bbcend ^CHairs on my hand, s^Amtand on end ^CThe spine of this truth, like c^Bbracks in the wind ^CAct like birds, but sh^Amould help me trans^Bbcend

^CWhen your s^Dmkin doesn't feel like h^Amome, oh ^CAnd I don't w^Dmanna break down and ^Amfeel alone, ^Bboh oh oh ^CThis ^Dmbody only k^Amnows, oh ^CHow to ^Dmhold back more than it sh^Amows, oh^Bb oh oh