Penelope Scott - Sweet Hibiscus Tea

[verse 1]
           F                           Dm
Here's the thing: I can't do anything right
             F              Dm
Try as I absolutely totally might
              A7             Dm       A7
The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
       Dm        Bb        C7          Bb        C7
The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash

[chorus]
         F
And I'm not your protagonist
     A7
I'm not even my own
               Dm
I don't know anything
                  C7
I don't even know what I don't know

[bridge]
             Gm                C7
And if you look outside you’ll see
   F           Dm
disintegrating trees
        Bb               C7              F       C7   F
The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves
            Gm               C7
My heart catches on every thorn
                F              Dm
You’re already halfway out the door
           Bb             C7
And I’ve never looked so old
            F             Dm
And I have never been so cold
          Bb
And it is 85 degrees
   A7
I don’t know what I need

[instrumental]
F  A7  Bb  Bbm
F  A7  Bb  Bbm

[verse 2]
                    F                       Dm
There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
              F                             Dm    D
On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep
                A7            Dm
The walls are empty, it’s so ugly
         A7                   Dm
I could burn the whole place down
     Bb                           C7
It wouldn’t catch ‘cause all the posters
             Bb            C7
are on their Way to my hometown

[chorus]
         F
And I'm not your protagonist
     A7
I'm not even my own
               Dm
I don't know anything
                  C7
I don't even know what I don't know

[bridge]
             Gm                C7
And if you look outside you’ll see
   F           Dm
disintegrating trees
        Bb               C7              F       C7        F
The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitching leaves
                Gm             C7
My wet heart catches on every thorn
                 F             Dm
You’re already halfway out the door
            Bb          C7
And I’m so tiny and so old
             F             Dm
And God it’s never been so cold
          Bb
And it is 85 degrees
  A7
I don’t know what I need

[outro]
F A7 Bb Bbm
F A7 Bb Bbm
F
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