The Wild Reeds - Not an option

My blood^A gets thinner when I drink^F#m You doub^Dt, make you love m^Ee And my heart gets stron^Emger when it bl^F#meeds It happens so qu^Dick, like skinning your kne^Ees

^AAll of my sadness boils ^Emdown to one fa^F#mct ^F#mI want someone to do what I ^Dcant do for myself^B

^EBut that's not an ^Doption, I'm only hu^Eman ^ANostalgia ^Elies and ^F#msets the ^Etruth on ^Dfire

My h^Aouse cries when I l^F#meave All my f^Dingerprints, on the doors, they turn ^Epink Pink lik^Ae my mind when I think about ^C#you It's not o^Dften the world hands it to ^Eyou

^AAll of my sadness boils ^Emdown to one fact ^F#mI want someone to do what I ^Dwont do for myself^B

That's not an o^Dption, ^AI'm only^E human ^ANostalgia ^Elies and ^F#msets the ^Etruth on ^Bfire

^EYou're not a s^Davior, but I wish that you^E were A^And with each little ^Elie we set^F#m the wor^Eld on fire^D

I've been^E sifting through my dreams And I'm l^C#mooking fo^F#mr the clues ^EGathering the evidence ^C#mChasing down the muse^F#m B^Eut the maps have no ^Acoordin^Eates ^{F#m D}No footsteps to follow in^E

Somedays,^A when the sky is ^F#mclear I believe we can ^Dundo the lies that got us he^Ere ^A