Real Friends - To My Old Self Chords

*Intro
B                                                D#m                C#                B  
            F#                    D#m                  C#

B                   F#        B     G#m
I spend my nights         thinking the worst
C#                                      B                                    F#          
      D#m              C#
And telling myself that everything's going to work out
           B
I keep kicking myself in the mouth
D#m              C#                     B                                              
D#m                C#
Opening up every cut that     should be a scar by now
F#                        D#m     F#   D#m
I need the hope I always tell my friends about
F#                                                      D#m
I need the hope I always tell my friends about
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      F#
I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the past
C#         F#                                      D#m                                   
                B            G#m         F#         D#m        C#
Here I am lying awake thinking about how things used to be
B                        G#m
I'm sick and tired
         F#        D#m  F#      B                                    G#m                 
     F#
I'm sick and tired      of being at the same old place in my head
                                          B
Give me peace of mind
                G#m                                F#
I always backtrack to my old self

D#m F#                   B           G#m                                       B         
    F#
When I'm holding on to despair and cracks in my life
                       B  F#            G#m              B              G#m          F#
I'm holding on      when I need to let go
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                F#m
I sleep with the TV on, it covers up my feelings about the past
                                                D#m
               Here I am lying awake thinking about how things used to be
  C#           D#m         B       C#        F#
C#          D#m           B           C#           F#                                    B
                                       D#m           C#
Doubt is the soil that fear grows in
                B                    D#m            C#
I'm dirty from head to toe
           B                       D#m             C#
Doubt is the soil that fear grows in
                 B                       D#m         C#
I'm dirty from head to toe
            B                      D#m                 C#
Doubt is the story of how fear grows in
          B                          D#m               C#
I'm dirty from head to toe
             B
I'm dirty from head to toe

I'm dirty from head to toe