Cries Too Hard

cries too hard - the whitlams : ) Cm G# torch the moon , burn the schools A# Bdim ( or G7 ) she wrote in red on her bedroom wall G# G7 Cm G5 A# Cm "nothing’s pure , " the paint runs to the floor Cm G# she laughs too easily , and cries too hard A# Bdim shouldn’t drink alone , the colours run G# G how can she forgive G Cm G5 A# Cm when we know well what we do Cm G# feather scratches on her wrist A# Bdim dry run with a bread knife for a final twist G# G Cm G5 A# Cm it wouldnt be for show if it should come to this Cm G# she laughs too easily , and cries too hard A# Bdim shouldn’t drink alone , the colours run G# G how can she forgive G G# when we know well what we do G# D# G# D# G# she was born to feel it all , born to see it all D# F# B and when i feel so lightly its still burning brightly A G# and she wont look away Solo over comping of Cm - > G# then G# D# F# B A G# Cm G# torch the moon , burn the schools A# Bdim ( or G7 ) whys it a man making all the rules G# G7 Cm G5 A# Cm frida kahlo poster on her door Cm G# she laughs too easily , and cries too hard A# Bdim shouldn’t drink alone , the colours run G# G how can she forgive G Cm G5 A# when we know well what we do G# D# F# B and when i feel so lightly its still burning brightly A G# and she wont look away B A G# she won’t look away . . . .