These Are The Layers Of Bandages

D Bm G A Bm Fm G You're looking at me now, and I didn't know what to say Bm Fm G Medicine from the mouth is poison in the brain Bm Fm G Wet black streaks are scarring the side of your face Bm Fm G I watch you undress and sleep in the mess you're made Bm Fm G G G A Bm A You'd look prettier dead G A Bm A So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa G A Bm A You strain your lungs into the pillow G A Bm A Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa" G A Bm Fm G And after it is done, now I can see the stains on your teeth Bm Fm G And the sides of your face seem to lack all symmetry Bm Fm G But I will forgive and never forget, and I won?t deny my philosophy?s amiss Bm Fm G These words are poison delivered through the lips, stating it simply, "ignorance is bliss" Bm Fm G G G A Bm A You'd look prettier dead G A Bm A So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa G A Bm A You strain your lungs into the pillow G A Bm A Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa" G A D Bm G A Bm A You'd look prettier dead G A Bm A So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa G A Bm A You strain your lungs into the pillow G A Bm A Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa" G A