| C |
| You can fake it for a while, |
| Bite your tongue and smile, |
| Am | Amsus4 | G | |
| Like every | mother | does an ugly | child. |
| C | G | C | |
| But it | starts to | leaking out, |
| C |
| Like spittle from a cloud, |
| G | |
| Am | amsus4 |
| Amassed resentment counting ounce and pound. |
| C | G | F |
| You’re | entertaining any | doubt, |
| C | C | G | |
| Because | you had to know | that I was fond | of you, |
| C | G | F |
| Fond of | Y-O- | U, |
| F | C | G |
| Though I knew you masked | your disdain. |
| C | G | F |
| (La la | la la | la) |
| C | G | |
| I can | see that change was just too hard | for us, |
| C | G | F |
| Hard for | us. |
| C | G | |
| You | always had to hold the | reigns, |
| Dm | G |
| But where I’m headed, you just don’t know the way. |
| C |
| So affections fade away, |
| And do adults just learn to play |
| G | |
| The most ridiculous, | repulsive games? |
| C | G | C | |
| On the | faith of | ruddy | suns, |
| And the double-barreled guns, |
| Am | amSUS4 | G | |
| You better | hurry, | Rabbit, | run, run, run. |
| C | G | C | |
| Cause | meeting | you was | fun, |
| C | Am | amSUS4 | G |
| And there’s a lot of | hungry | howlers in this | one cell. taking it over, |
| C | G | C | |
| Their | brittle, | thorny | stems, |
| They break before they bend, |
| Am | amSUS4 | G | |
| And neither one of | us is | one of | them. |
| C | G | F | |
| And the | tails | will never | mend, |
| C | G | |
| Cause you had | it in for me so | long ago. |
| C | G | F |
| Boy, I | still | don’t know, |
| C | G | |
| I don’t know why | and I don’t | care, |
| C | G | F | |
| Well | hardly | anymore |
| C | G | |
| If you’d only | seen yourself | hating mE |
| C | G | F |
| Hating | me, |
| C | G | |
| When I’ve been | so much more than | fair. |
| Dm | G | |
| But then you had to | lay those feelings | bare, |
| Dm | G | |
| One | thing I know still got you | scared, |
| Dm | Am | |
| You’re | all that cold | iron, |
| Dm | Am | G | |
| And | never once | aired on a | dare |
| INSTRUMENTAL (18bars copy verse) |
| F | C | G |
| You had to know that I | was fond of you, |
| C | G | F |
| Fond of | Y-O- | U. |
| C | G | |
| So I took your | lips at the | time, |
| C | G | F |
| AHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
| C | G | |
| And to change like | that is just so | hard to do, |
| C | G | F |
| Hard to | do. |
| C | G | |
| Don’t let it | whip-crack your | life, |
| Dm | Dm/E | Dm/F | G | |
| in a | bow | out | from the | fight, |
| Dm | Dm/E | Dm/F | G | |
| Cause | oh, | how | your sisters will | write. |
| Dm | Am | |
| The | worst part is | over, |
| Dm | Am | G | |
| Now, | get back on | that horse and | ride. |
| Source: http://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/s/shins/turn_on_me_ver3_crd.htm |