Amanda Palmer -- "Bigger on the Inside"

Use the third fret on the B string for accents if you would like.

G C A C

      G
Youâ??d think Iâ??d shot their children
         C
From the way that they are talking
            A
And thereâ??s no point in responding
          C
â??Cause it will not make them stop.


         G
And I am tired of explaining
       C
And of seeing so much hating
       A
In the very same safe havens
        C
Where I used to just see helping


          G
Iâ??ve been drunk and skipping dinner
       C
Eating skin from off my fingers
      A
And I tried to call my brother
       C
But he no longer exists


          G
I keep forgetting to remember
        C
That he would have been much prouder
      A
If he saw me shake these insults off
  C
Instead of getting bitter


     A 
I am bigger on the inside
        C
But you have to come inside to see me
A
Otherwise youâ??re only hating
G
Other peopleâ??s low-res copies


G


      G
Youâ??d think Iâ??d learn my lesson
         C
From the way they keep on testing
     A
My capacity for pain
         C
And my resolve to not get violent


    G
But though my skin is thickened
        C
Certain spots can still be got in
      A
It is typically human of me
C
Thinking I am different

 
   G
To friends hooked up to hospital
  C
Machines, two kinds of cancer
          A
And there is no better place than from this
C
Waiting room to answer


           G
The French kid who wrote an e-mail
       C
To the website late last night
           A
His father raped him and heâ??s scared
             C
He asked me â??How do you keep fighting?"


        G
And the truth is I donâ??t know
             C
I think itâ??s funny that he asked me
         A
â??Cause I donâ??t feel like a fighter lately
C
I am too unhappy


        A
You are bigger on the inside
         C
But your father cannot see
            A
You need to tell someone, be strong
              G
And somewhere some dumb rockstar truly loves you.


G


      G
Youâ??d think Iâ??d get perspective
        C
From my few years by the bedside
      A
It is difficult to see the ones I
C
Love so close to death


            G
All their infections and procedures
        C
And the will to live at all in question
A
Can I not accept that my own
C
Problems are so small?


            G
You took my hand when you woke up
           C
I had been crying in the darkness
       A
We all die alone but I am so, so
C
glad that you are here

              A
You whispered â??We are so much bigger on the
C
inside, you, me, everybody
A
Some day when youâ??re lying where I
G
am, youâ??ll finally get it truly"


A
We are so much bigger
     C
Than another one can ever see
A
Trying is the point of life
   G
So donâ??t stop trying

Promise me.