Ms Mr - Wrong victory

^AmRose-colored glass^Des, they ^Amcouldn't shield anything ^{D Am}Golden flames tha^Dt burned, but ^Amcouldn't heal me from within ^{D Am}Disperse the heat, let^D the cold sweep ^Amin, o^Dh ^AmBurst in lang^Duid light, ^Amas my head and body spin ^D

^CWhen your skin^G doesn't feel like^Am home,^F oh ^CAnd I don't wanna b^Greak down and fe^Amel alone, oh^F oh oh ^CThis bod^Gy only k^Amnows,^F oh ^CHow to hold b^Gack more than it s^Amhows, oh^F oh oh

^AmA superstiti^Don, that ^Amfound itself in the way ^{D Am}Of a freed pre^Dmonition, that ^Amcould've helped me escape^D It's the wro^Amng kind of victo^Dry, dis^Amguised as a breakthrough ^{D Am}It's hard when nothi^Dng, ^Amfits like it used t^Do

^CWhen your skin^G doesn't feel like^Am home,^F oh ^CAnd I don't wanna b^Greak down and fe^Amel alone, oh^F oh oh ^CThis bod^Gy only k^Amnows,^F oh ^CHow to hold b^Gack more than it s^Amhows, oh^F oh oh

^CHairs on my hand, stand o^Gn end ^AmThe spine of this truth, repel and^F suspend ^CAct like bars, but should^G help me tran^Dscend ^CHairs on my hand, stand o^Gn end ^AmThe spine of this truth, like cracks in ^Fthe wind ^CAct like birds, but should hel^Gp me tran^Dscend

^CWhen your skin^G doesn't feel like^Am home,^F oh ^CAnd I don't wanna b^Greak down and fe^Amel alone, oh^F oh oh ^CThis bod^Gy only k^Amnows,^F oh ^CHow to hold b^Gack more than it s^Amhows, oh^F oh oh