##TITLE----------|Tell Tale Signs
##ARTIST---------|Frank Turner
##ALBUM----------|Tape Deck Heart

##TUNING--------Standard (EADGBe)
##DIFFICULTY----Novice

##This is my first ever tab so I guess there'll be a few mistakes. Anyway, please enjoy :)


[INTRO]

Am - Em - F - G - Am


[VERSE 1]

              Am                    Em
God dammit Amy, we're not kids anymore.

                      F                 G
You can't just keep waltzing out of my life,

                       Am
Leaving clothes on my bedroom floor.

                     Am                        Em
Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt.

               F             G                             Am
You should be more to me by now than just heartbreak in a short skirt.



[CHORUS 1]

G                                     C           F                G
You kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I made when I was a kid,

                                 C       F            G
With a disassembled disposable razor I stole from my dad,

                                             C
When I though that suffering was something profound,

               F            G
That weighed down on wise heads,

                  Dm                             F                   Am
And not just something to be avoided, something normal people dread.



[VERSE 2]

              Am                      Em
God dammit Amy, well of course I've changed.

              F                             G
With all the things that I've done and the places I've been

           Am
I'd be a machine if I had stayed the same.

                                Am                              Em
But you're still back where we started, you haven't changed at all.

          F                       G                    Am
You're still trying to live like a kid, like you can always have it all.



[CHORUS 2]

G                                             C           F              G
You know you kind of remind me of scars on my arms that I hid as best I could,

                                                    C          F         G
That I covered with ink, but in the right kind of light they still bleed through,

                                               C          F               G
Showing that there are some things I just can't change no matter what I do:

               Dm
The tell tale signs of being used,

        F                        Am
Of being trapped inside of you.



[BRIDGE]
(I'm sure I've made mistakes here, please comment if you can correct it.)

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A|--3--2--5--4--7--8--12--2*---|
E|--4--3--6--5--8--9--13--3*---|  [x2] *First time only.


You're a beautiful butterfly burned with a browning iron,
Onto my outsides into my insides as a simple sign:
To show off your ownership. Burned into my naked skin,
Onto my outsides into my insides.

                Dm      G                 C              F
It's not even love any more, It's just a claim upon my soul.

              Dm                    G                C               F
It stains my skin, yeah it's on my breath, and I'm ashamed to get undressed,

             Dm                    G                   C            F          D
In front of strangers in case they see the tell tale signs you have left all over me.



[CHORUS 3]

                G                                       C            F            G
God dammit Amy. You'll always remind me of scars on my arms that I know will never fade.

                                                C        F     G
And it's not like it's something I think about each and every day:

                                               C                F          G
I just occasionally catch myself scratching at them, as if they'd ever go away.

                     Dm                                 F
But these tell tale signs are here to stay, and in the end you know that's OK.

           Dm                   F                       G                 Am
You will always be a part of my patched-up patchwork, taped-up tape deck heart.