Cinnamon Chords

Atrophy by The Antlers

{title: Atrophy} {artist: The Antlers} {album: Hospice} {year: 2009} {start_of_bridge: Intro} [Bm] [D] [G] [D] [F#m] {end_of_bridge} {start_of_verse: Verse 1} You've been [Bm]living awhile In the [D]front of my skull Making [G]orders. [D] [F#m] You've been [Bm]writing me rules, shrinking [D]maps And redrawing [G]borders. [D] [F#m] I've been re[Bm]peating your speeches But the [D]audience just doesn't [G]follow. [D] [F#m] Because I'm [Bm]leaving out words, punctu[D]ation And it sounds pretty [G]hollow. [D] [F#m] I've been [Bm]living in bed because [D]now You tell me to [G]sleep. [D] [F#m] I've been [Bm]hiding my voice and my [D]face And you decide when I [G]eat. [D] [F#m] In your [Bm]dreams I'm a criminal, [D]Horrible, sleeping a[G]round. [D] [F#m] While you're a[Bm]wake I'm impossible, [D]Constantly letting you [G]down. [D] [F#m] {end_of_verse} {start_of_bridge: Interlude} [Em] [D] [Bm] [A] {end_of_bridge} {start_of_verse: Verse 2} Little [Bm]porcelain figurines Glass [D]bullets you shoot at the [G]wall. [D] [F#m] Threats of cas[Bm]tration for crimes You i[D]magine when I miss your [G]call. [D] [F#m] With the [Bm]bite of the teeth of that [D]ring on my finger, I'm [G]bound to your bedside, your [D]eulogy [F#m]singer. I'd [Bm]happily take all those [D]bullets inside you And [G]put them inside of my[D]self. [F#m] {end_of_verse} {start_of_bridge: Interlude} [Em] [D] [Bm] [A] [G#] [D#] [B] {end_of_bridge} {start_of_verse: Verse 3} [G#]Someone, oh anyone, [D#]Tell me how to stop this. She's [G#]screaming, expiring And [D#]I'm her only witness. I'm [G#]freezing, infected And [D#]rigid in that room inside her. [G#]No one's gonna come as long as [D#]I lay still in bed beside her. [G#] [D#] [B] {end_of_verse}