Sister Saint, by Waxahatchee Live at Nervous Energies G D Weak knees, fuck your sympathy. A G (hammer first string) I'll be my own best friend. G D She prays as the radio plays A G (hammer again) "I See A Bad Moon Rising.." again. G D Foretold, she lives on hold. A G (hammer it) What is she trying to save me from? G D Blindspot in the adjacent lot, A G waiting for my time to come. D A G I won't wait in this line. D A G I've got nothing left in me. D A G My weight on your shifting spine. D A G I fuck up and you fabricate me. G D A G(hammer middle finger) D A G D Gray days on paper plates, A G (hammer) our vibrations collide. G D Arcane, sister's a saint. A G (hammer) She sets herself aside. G D Pitfall, publish, appall, A G (hammer) I fall down right in the street. G D You blow smoke, you sugarcoat, A G then you take a front row seat. D A G And I think I've had enough. D A G I'm not listening to it. D A G Lay all of your cards on the table. D A G I know that you'd take every bit. G D A G D A G D A D A G I won't wait in this line. D A G Sooner or later it goes awry. D A G And you live your life like a chore D A G D and I'm not listening anymore.