Bleak December(Chords)

	        
 

VERSE 

                         Am       C     F    
Gimme, gimme, gimme the truth now 

D                            Am     C    F    
I promise I can handle it if you can 

     D                            Am         C        F 
Cause you've been running from yourself for way too long 

D                            Am       C 
So give me any reason not to cut you out 

                   F    D  
..You're far too gone, yeah 

Am                      C 
Watch you pretend you know it all 

F                 D 
Shift any blame aside 

Am                  C 
Vending the victim when it sells 

            F              D 
How do you even sleep at night? 

       D 
As I drive and drive 


         Am      F        C              G 
In that bleak December, you're just too cold 

       Am        F       C         G 
But I need the answer, before you fold 

            F               G  
You would hold your cards inside your chest 

   G#               Am                    F       Em  
I think I drove too far for that bleak December 

                           Am   C   F 
And how full of shit you are,  
D                       Am    C    F   D 
how full of shit you are 


VERSE 

I really really really wanna know you 
And not the fifty fucking personalities inside your skull 
If you'd stop trying to steal the spotlight and steal the show  
Then maybe you would have a better chance of not dying alone 
So I hit the road 

Chorus 

In that bleak December, you're just too cold 
But I need the answer, before you fold 
You would hold your cards inside your chest 
I think I drove too far for that bleak December 
And how full of shit you are 

BRIDGE
 
     F        G     Am     
Now what are you to me 

 C                 F       G         Am       
But a fly inside a web of lies you weave 

 C                   F          G       Am      
You're not fooling anyone, not you, not me 

C                     F  
So I wonder how you stay alive 

Em  
When all I do is freeze 

Chorus 

In that bleak December, you're just too cold 
But I need the answer, before you fold 
You would hold your cards inside your chest 
I think I drove too far for that bleak December 

In that bleak December, you're just too cold 
But I need the answer, before you fold 
You would hold your cards inside your chest 
I think I drove too far for that bleak December 
And how full of shit you are
	        

Written by Cody Carson/Dan Clermont/Brandon Paddock