Fatalist Palmistry by Why

Stanard Tuning.
Im pretty sure there are the right chords for the song and the chords are pretty simple. 
is A without putting your 3rd finger down on the B string - A can be subistuted in this 
but i think it sounds better with Asus2)

Enjoy.

Bm                            Asus2
i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
 G
and coffin rehersal
Bm                    Asus2
i know a psychic who reads her own palms
 G
and her findings are personal
Bm                                 Asus2
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
 G
well maybe she knows something i don't know
D               G
but i am still alive in love and
Bm              G
wide eyed in my time
Bm           Asus2            G
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
D                     G
your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
Asus2               G
distracted by your smile
Bm                                Asus2            G
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
Bm                                Asus2          G
and you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating


D
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
G
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Bm
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Asus2
a little patience
                          D
but your painted pony is fading
              G
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
                                Bm                   Asus2       G
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
                                Bm
you count them blessings cause your net worth
           Asus2             G
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
               Bm
but god put a song on my palm
      Asus2     G
that you can't read

[no actual chords in the song, but they are...]
Bm
i'm lucky to be under
G
this same sky that held
Bm
the exhale from your first breath
G
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
Bm
by you my tongue may stutter
G
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
Bm
to burst between the wrapped lengths
G
of its bowed ribbon cell

[Chords are essentially the same from here on..]

but i am still alive in love and
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut growing
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see


- Dejayou
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