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.

B5                            A5
i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
 G5
and coffin rehersal
B5                    A5
i know a psychic who reads her own palms
 G5
and her findings are personal
B5                                 A5
she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
 G5
well maybe she knows something i don't know
D5               G5
but i am still alive in love and
B5              G5
wide eyed in my time
B5           A5            G5
not a mummy shrinking in its cloths
D5                     G5
your cat clawed out my eyes while i's
A5               G5
distracted by your smile
B5                                A5            G5
and now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
B5                                A5          G5
and you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating


D5
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
G5
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
B5
Ah aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
A5
a little patience
                          D5
but your painted pony is fading
              G5
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
                                B5                   A5       G5
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream , that's me
                                B5
you count them blessings cause your net worth
           A5             G5
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
               B5
but god put a song on my palm
      A5     G5
that you can't read

[no actual chords in the song, but they are...]
B5
i'm lucky to be under
G5
this same sky that held
B5
the exhale from your first breath
G5
like a ring on a pillow of clouds
B5
by you my tongue may stutter
G5
but my gift heart screams clear and swells
B5
to burst between the wrapped lengths
G5
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