Daughter

Intro

Am  C  E  Am
     Am                            C
Your body laid out on these filthy floors
     C                  E         Am
Your bloodstain's on my custom coutures
    F                           C
Bathroom attendant let me right in
              E
She was a big fan
Am                       C
 I really tried to stay cool
         C            E             Am
But your arrogance disturbed my solitude
      F                                          C
Now I ripped your dress and you're all black and blue
                    E
Look what you made me do
          Dm                                   Am
They keep sayin' that I ain't nothing like my father
             E                                 Am
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
        Dm                         Am
If you cross me, I'm just like my father
      E                  Am
I am colder than Titanic water
                           Dm
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
Am
 They ain't ever been safe ones
         E
I don't fellowship with these fake ones
          Am                              Dm
So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns
                  Am
Hold rosaries and singin' stained-glass symphonies
E
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this
Am
Marijuana smoke smell in my hair
Am              C
 I sashayed my dress
       C                    E           Am
Did my best impression of a damsel in distress
      F                      C
This alcohol and smell of regret
          E
Allured my catch
Am                          C
Outfit too small to hide my scars
        C               E              Am
Feelin' bottled up like bottle service broads
F                        C
How long can he hold his breath
           E
Before his death?
Dm       Am
Caro mio ben
E         Am
Credimi almen
Dm       Am
Senza di te
E           Am
Languisce il cor
Dm       Am
Il tuo fedel
E        Am
Sospira ognor
Dm       Am
Cessa, crudel
E       Am
Tanto rigor
( Dm  Am  E  Am )
( Dm  Am  E  Am )
                           Dm
Help me, Lord, from these fantasies in my head
Am
 They ain't ever been safe ones
         E
I don't fellowship with these fake ones
          Am                              Dm
So let's travel to white chapels and sing hymns
                  Am
Hold rosaries and singin' stained-glass symphonies
E
Cleanse me, Holy Trinity, from this
Am
Marijuana smoke smell in my hair
Dm                      Am
Say I'm nothing like my father
             E                                 Am
But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars
        Dm                         Am
Double cross me, I'm just like my father
      E                  Am
I am colder than Titanic water