Chess

[Verso 1]
 
F  G                    C       C7 
   It could've been chess; the thing that makes me special 
      F                              Fm       G7 
In a world of grey skies, in a world of baggy eyes 
                  C              C7           F 
It could've been math, or maybe some kind of computer science 
             G            C        E7   Am 
God knows I tried, but I just never got past 
 


[Refrão]
 
  F         C 
I never got past 
                            F 
That first catharsis of an organ wall to wall 
Fm6            Fm        G7 
Blasting wrong notes and all 
         F   G G7     C      A7 
And now, I'm on   the track 
Dm       G7        C 
I'm on a super bad path 
 


[Verso 2]
 
Am                C 
 It could've been brains 
C7                 Am 
  I wouldn't have complained 
       A5  Dm                  G7               C 
I would've given it freely to whoever needed me most 
     E          Am         G                F                      G 
But this is my blood, and it's worth maybe four percent of, like, one percent 
          E7                    Am 
And I'll never see where it goes 
      G         C 
The movies are good 
   Gm           C                 Am 
A hot girl in a bathrobe looking pissed and unaware 
   G         F                              G 
Of how her intellect and talent scares the audience 
 


[Ponte]
 
                  F                  C                  E7 
But I smell like trash; I look like trash; I feel like trash 
           Am 
I want my blood back 
              F                  C                  E7                Am 
I smell like trash; I feel like trash, and I don't want your blood on my hands 
           F              C            G           Am 
Scrape the dead flesh inside, cut my hands, open wide! 
          F                 C               E7                Am 
Open your mouth; close your eyes; eat your heart out; swallow mine! 
           F   G       C      A 
'Cause now I'm on the tracks 
Dm       G         C   Am 
I'm on a very bad path 
 


[Refrão]
 
Am                C 
 It could've been brains 
                    Am 
I wouldn't have complained 
                   C 
But I never got past 
                      F 
That first catharsis of an organ wall to wall 
Fm                       G7 
Blasting wrong notes and all 

And now... 

F  G7  C E Am G 
F  G  C  C 
N.C    Am Am 
Am   G  C  G