Spacey Jane - Good grief

And you s^Ftand so tall in your head I'll era^Cse it all, 'til you're dead And regre^Ft that I didn't call But enou^Cgh's enough, my heart is sunk And it f^Feels Like ^C16, like a ^Fmagazine Like ^CI'm undo^Fing

A ^Fhusk in my bed And I ^Cdrive, it's dusk, my eyes all red And I'm ^Fsure, a fleeting thought comes in You're a^Clive until you own the sin And it ^Ffeels Like ^C18, Like a ^Cguillotine ^FLike I

^CKicked out of home, ^Fmama ten and ^Calone I don't c^Fare about t^Chings that I'm too young ^Fto know

^CRusted stove top, kettle boiling ^AmFeeling like my ^Fbrain is rolling ^CLike underneath my clothing ^AmItchin' skin, my a^Fching body ^CGood grief your own creation ^AmLost for words, I ^Ffind my patience ^CLike in the heated moment ^AmUp for grabs but n^Fever noticed

^FInside my home, a shaking crawl ^CAnd her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn ^FAnd again, a fleeting thought is formed ^CBut at five it's gone, the TV's on ^FAnd I dream ^COf release ^FAnd the tears ease ^CAnd I feel

^CKicked out of home, ^Fmama ten and ^Calone ^FI don't care about t^Chings that I'm too young ^Fto know

^CRusted stove top, kettle boiling ^AmFeeling like my ^Fbrain is rolling ^CLike underneath my clothing ^AmItchin' skin, my a^Fching body ^CGood grief your own creation ^AmLost for words, I ^Ffind my patience ^CLike in the heated moment ^AmUp for grabs but n^Fever noticed

^CRusted stove top, kettle boiling ^AmFeeling like my ^Fbrain is rolling ^CLike in the heated moment ^AmUp for grabs but n^Fever noticed ^C