WSTR - Footprints

^CLately I've felt the ^Amice brush off your shoulder It's ^Emslowly getting colder There's a ^Fthousand things you ^Gdo to test my ^Cpatience ^AmMistaken for ^Emghosts who knelt before her ^FTurned her back and ^Gleft them in the corner

^CEmbraced it I ^Amtabled all my aces but I ^Emcan't seem to break^F ahead (Can't ^Gseem to break a^Fhe^Gad) ^CI'm anxious It's ^Amfucking with my chances of ^Emredemption (Red^Femption) ^G

I'm still that ^Ckid you don't remember Still got ^Amhot rocks in my jeans Amongst the ^Emothers speaking parseltongue And ^FI still don't know ^Gwhat it means I ^Cheld back my keep safes The ^Amdifference a day makes I held ^Emmore than my lungs could take And now we're ^Fstalked by trails of ^Gvapour

^CEmbraced it I ^Amtabled all my aces but I ^Emcan't seem to break^F ahead (Can't ^Gseem to break a^Fhe^Gad) ^CI'm anxious It's ^Amfucking with my chances of ^Emredemption (Re^Fdemption) ^{G C}Footprints embedded in my skin ^EmLovestruck so I can never^F win It's pulling me ^Gback Take ^Fevery^Gthing I ^Chave