Masochist

capo: 4th fret Verse Bm this is a place i know too well Bm G Bm been down here a while, if you can't tell Bm G Bm and i have analyzed E G And tried my best to justify Bm The sorrow i have brought upon myself Chorus Bm Am i addicted to the misery A Em Is this how i'll always be? G Grinding the salt into every wound? Bm Am i in love with all my ailments A Em Glutton for punishment? G You can't trust me to be there for you Verse Bm i thought i had this Em I thought i had this all figured out G you'd think i'd learned from all the shit I fucking screamed about Bm when there was sun Em I couldn't see for the clouds G Still climbing the walls Bm Of this well just to dive back down A Until i reached my rock bottom Bm down to the marrow A Bringing up the bad blood i'd forgotten Bm A is it me that's making me sick? Bm A Been burning both ends of the wick Chorus Bm Am i addicted to the misery A Em Is this how i'll always be? G Grinding the salt into every wound? Bm Am i in love with all my ailments A Em Glutton for punishment? G You can't trust me to be there for you Bm I've got this cold black A Silhouette hanging like a marionette Em G casting a shadow, a shade over me Bm Just a sick, sad, sorry mess A Em Living like a masochist G Your worst impressions were right about me Bridge Bm A G your worst impressions were right about me Bm A G your worst impressions were right G I could ask you to stay, if you're feeling forgiving Bm I could live with the guilt A If you call this living G I could try to memorize each grain of sand Bm As it slips through my fingers A And falls from my hands G A it took me longer than i'd care to admit Em Bm this life is only what i choose to make of it Em And the only thing standing G In-between happiness and myself Was this depression i held so close to my chest Chorus Bm Am i addicted to the misery A Em Is this how i'll always be? G Grinding the salt into every wound? Bm Am i in love with all my ailments A Em Glutton for punishment? G You can't trust me to be there for you Bm I've got this cold black A Silhouette hanging like a marionette Em G casting a shadow, a shade over me Bm Just a sick, sad, sorry mess A Em Living like a masochist G Your worst impressions were right about me Interlude Bm G Bm G Outro Bm A wasting a waning youth Em G waiting for something to help me pull through Bm A i never saw the sun through the clouds Em G i lost faith when the skies were falling down