Tigers Jaw - Fake death

Pass me o^F#ff ^C# If you're not the^Bre then what's the point of going o^F#ut? ^C# Enough to give your sc^D#mhool fr^C#miends something to talk ab^F#out ^C# Growing up on^B# river street and telling ^F#me your dreams ^C#

^D#mCome ^C#mhome ^{D#m B} Your eyes alone ^{F# B} A story to^F#ld ^Babout ho^F#w y^Bou can't help but feel o^F#ld ^B You've got an honest face ^{F# C#} It doesn't account for^B your mistakes ^{F# C#} Your hands build be^D#mautif^Bul thi^F#ngs ^C#for your mind to destroy ^F# Oh^C#, to have n^C#mo contr^Bol

^F#It hurts a lot Still I'm g^A#mlad I c^D#mould co^A#mnnect ^F#I still look good. Her language t^A#mells me ^D#mI've imp^A#mressed ^F#Muscle, muscle, baby's c^A#malling ^D#mme a g^A#mod ^F#Gives me everything I've ^A#mever w^D#manted, l^Bove protected