Missy Higgins - Scaradd

B F# G#m E (2x)

B                         F#          G#m                        E
He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note
B               F#          G#m       E
That said "use these down to your bones"
B                         F#          G#m                        E
And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him
B               F#          G#m       E
I thought "this one knows better than I do"

C#m                   E
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
C#m                        E
He tried to cut me so I'd fit

[Nak.]
                             B                         F#
And doesn't that sound familiar? Doesn't that hit too close to home?
                      G#m                              E
Doesn't that make you shiver; the way things could've gone?
                        B                                 F#
And doesn't it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
                 G#m                        E
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?

B F# G#m E (2x)

B                                  F#
So the next one came with a bag of treats,
    G#m                           E
she smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
B          F#              G#m         E
And she told me don't trust them, trust me
B                              F#
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
G#m                    E
looked at my insides clicking
             B             F#        G#m          E
her tongue and said "This will all have to come undone"

C#m                   E
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
C#m                           E
She tried to cut me so I'd fit

[Nak.]

C#m E B F# C#m E 

        B                                    F#
I think I realized just in time, although my old self was hard to find
        G#m                                    E
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I'll never give you mine
           B                                            F#
'Cos I'm a little bit tired of fearing that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys
G#m                                             E
Tell me, did you think we'd all dream the same?

[Nak.]

B F# G#m E
                          B
Could you leave me with a scar...