Capo on 1

INTRO - : Bb - C :

Verse:
F                          C
I really need to talk with you
       Dm
I keep stepping on the vein
              Bb
That keeps my lifeline flowing through.
F                                C
I wanna be your perfect stick of glue
                 Dm
But I don't feel perfect at all,

A Sad and insecure flaw
F                             C
I find it hard to hold conversation
        Dm                            Bb
I get sweaty, sick, and I wanna walk away
         F                                     C
It's not you, this is strictly me in this situation
                       Dm
I'm wondering will it ever go away? Just go away...

PRE-CHORUS
Bb
Sometimes I feel like weeping
A
Awake and when I'm sleeping
Abm                     F
Perfecting how to put a game face on
Bb
This puzzle I've been keeping
A
Has been in hiding creeping
Abm                           A
Out the closet door, spilling out onto the floor;

CHORUS
    F C Dm         Bb             F   C   Dm   Bb
How long will I be picking up the pieces?
    F C Dm         Bb        ...          C
How long will I be picking up my heart?

VERSE
F                       C
I'll be as honest as I feel
                  Dm
I'm getting more paranoid, and I'm hearing things
          Bb                   F
And they never turn out real.
                                   C
It feels like my heart is made of pure steel,
              Dm
It's just so heavy all the time.

           (little interlude here, obviously)
F                                          C
Yea I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living
   Dm                                 Bb
I gave up on the past 'cause it was unforgiving
F
I misplaced my trust,
            C
Watched my words begin to rust,
       Dm
I'm a balloon about to bust
           Bb
I need a place for reliving still - 





CHORUS 2
     F        C               Dm
How long in another place in time,
Bb               F             C            Dm    Bb
  Picking up the pieces in the corner of my mind?
     F        C               Dm
How long, living oh so hard to find,
Bb               F             C            Dm    Bb
  Picking up the pieces in the corner of my mind?