Nicole Dollanganger - Creekside blues ukulele

^Cpills ea^Bt through you like ^Amacid ^Fburning holes ^Cthrough your ^Bhead, your mind, your ^Ambones and ^Fenamel ^Amhandcuffed to the bed like ^Gyou’re a^Amn animal ^Ami don’t eve^Em7n recognize y^Cou anymore

^Ctry to p^But you down like an ^Amold dog to ^Fsleep ^Ccut your ^Bbranches off but ^Amyou’re a dyin^Fg tree ^Amthe doctors came and pulled the sheet up ^Gover your ^Amhead ^Amyou’re already de^Em7ad you just don?^C??t know^Am it yet

you are ^Csick and i ^Amhate you and love you for ^Fit you’re ^Ca wreck but i?^Am??m always going^F to want you

^Ci hate to ^Bsee the knife ^Amalways under your ^Farm ^Calone at ^Bnight, cutting up ^Amneighborhood ^Fdogs ^Amyou snuck me to your daddy’s bedroom^G, showed me all hi^Ams guns you said, ?^C??careful or you??^G?ll blow your head off ^Ammake sure the ^Fsafety’^Cs on”

^Cleaving ^Bthings to die in the ^Ammud at the ^Fcreek ^Cpumping ^Bshotgun slugs out ^Aminto the ^Ftrees ^Amyou run your fingers on the wood and ^Gfeel its ^Ambullet holes it ^Cgives you something i could ^Gnever give you or ^Amever really ^Fknow

you’re ^Ca wreck but i?^Am??m always going^F to want you ^Ci don’t know what you’ve done ^Amor what you think about doing ^Fi don’t want to know so do^Amn’t tell me