Why - This Blackest Purse Chords

[Intro]
G# G#sus2 G# G#sus2 G# G#sus2 F#maj7 C#maj7
 
[Verse]
G#                             G#sus2
I'm not who, with my eyes from stage
I claim to be
     G#                   G#sus2
I've only cradled death in my own ending
           G#             G#sus2
Flesh from far off and abstracted lit
Fm7                       C#maj7
Candle wick flickering
           G#                 G#sus2
And when a thing starts finishing around me
  G#                           G#sus2
I faint or fake a mustache, an accent, or flee
    G#              G#sus2              Fm7                C#maj7
In fear my expired license be pulled by sheer proximity
 
[Pre-Chorus]
      G#                                 Cm/G
Fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first
                                            Fm7
Thinks he's the sh*t 'cause he can spit and curse
                                        C#maj7
Acting brash and flashing a pistol that squirts
Scowling, and shouting, "Shall we dance?"
 
[Chorus]
           G#                                    Cm/G
Should our hero's hands be holding this blackest purse?
                      Fm7
Mom, am I failing, or worse?
          C#maj7
Mom, am I failing?
(Mom, am I failing?)
                  Fm
What should these earnest hands be holding?
 
 
[Verse]
                   G#                     G#sus2
Still sporting my ex-girlfriend's dead ex-boyfriend's boxers
  G#                     G#sus2
I want to operate from a base of hunger
    G#       G#sus2
No longer be ashamed and hide my
Fm7                            C#maj7
Tears in shower water, while I lather for pleasure
          G#                   G#sus2
I want to speak at an intimate decibel
           G#                     G#sus2
With the precision of an infinite decimal
          G#                      G#sus2
To listen up and send back a true echo
       Fm7
Of something forever felt but never heard
            C#maj7
I want that sharpened steel of truth in every word
 
[Pre-Chorus]
G#
The small fry in the bow-tie dies first
      Cm/G                                       Fm7
Acting wild, like the spirit of God moving after church
                                       C#maj7
Faking he's hard like he's packed down dirt
Already, and yelling, "Be my guest!"
 
[Chorus]
          G#                                    Cm/G
Should our hero's hands be holding this blackest purse?
                    Fm7
Mom, am I failing or worse?
          C#maj7
Mom, am I failing?
(Mom, am I failing?)
                 Fm
What should these earnest hands be holding?
          G#                                     Cm/G
Should our hero's hands be holding this blackest purse?
                    Fm7
Mom, am I failing or worse?
          C#maj7
Mom, am I failing?
(Mom, am I failing?)
                  Fm
What should these earnest hands be holding?
 
[Outro]
G# G#sus2 G# G#sus2 G# G#sus2 F#maj7 C#maj7
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