Bruised Acoustic by Jacks Mannequin

Capo third

Em: 022003
Csus4: 024400
 


Verse:


C
I've got my things, I'm good to go
Em
You met me at the terminal
Am            F                   C   Cmaj7
Just one more plane ride and it's done.
C
We stood like statues at the gate
Em
Vacation's come and gone too late
Am              F
There's so much sun where I'm from
C                   Cmaj7               C                               
I had to give it away, had to give you away.
C                           Em    
And we spent four days on an island
                     Am
At your family's old hotel.
             F
Sometimes perfection can be,
C                 Cmaj7     
It can be perfect Hell,
F
Perfect.


Chorus:

F
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
       C
That I am not there
                                F
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
                         C
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised.
F
Don't fly fast.  Oh, pilot can you help me
        C
Can you make this last?  This plane is all I got
           F
So keep it steady now, cos every inch you see is 
C     Cmaj7    
Bruised

Verse:

C
I lace my Chucks I walk the aisle,

Em
I take my pills, the babies cry.
Am
All I hear 
            F		     C         Cmaj7
Is what's playing through the in-flight radio

C          
Now every word of every song

Em                           Am
I've ever heard that made me want to stay

            F                   C       Cmaj7
Is what's playing through the in-flight radio

C      Cmaj7		F
And I, I am finally waking up.

Chorus

F
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
       C
That I am not there
                                F
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
                         C
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised.
F
Don't fly fast.  Oh, pilot can you help me
        C
Can you make this last?  This plane is all I got
           F
So keep it steady now, cos every inch you see is 
C     Cmaj7    
Bruised



Bridge:

C                     Em
So read your books but stay out late
Am
Some nights, some nights.
    C                   Em               Am
And don't think that you can't stop by the bar.
    C                 Em                     Am
You haven't shown your face here since the bad news.
    C                   Em
I'm here til close, with fingers crossed,
     F                   G                          
Each night cos your place isn't far.
    F              C (Csus4)
And hours pass, and hours pass.
F
Yeah, Yeah

Chorus

F
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
       C
That I am not there
                                F
I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this
                         C
Like every inch of me is bruised, bruised.
F
Don't fly fast.  Oh, pilot can you help me
        C
Can you make this last?  This plane is all I got
           F
So keep it steady now, cos every inch you see is 
C     Cmaj7    
Bruised

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