Why – Fatalist Palmistry chords

Stanard Tuning.
Im pretty sure there are the right chords for the song and the chords are pretty simple. 
is A without putting your 3rd finger down on the B string - A can be subistuted in this 
but i think it sounds better with Asus2)

Enjoy.

Bm                            Asus2i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
 Gand coffin rehersal
Bm                    Asus2i know a psychic who reads her own palms
 Gand her findings are personal
Bm                                 Asus2she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
 Gwell maybe she knows something i don't know
D               Gbut i am still alive in love and
Bm              Gwide eyed in my time
Bm           Asus2            Gnot a mummy shrinking in its cloths
D                     Gyour cat clawed out my eyes while i's
Asus2               Gdistracted by your smile
Bm                                Asus2            Gand now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
Bm                                Asus2          Gand you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating


DAh aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
GAh aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
BmAh aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Asus2a little patience
                          Dbut your painted pony is fading
              Glost like a snakeskin in high grass
                                Bm                   Asus2       Gand out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
                                Bmyou count them blessings cause your net worth
           Asus2             Goughta be less cream in your best dreams
               Bmbut god put a song on my palm
      Asus2     Gthat you can't read

[no actual chords in the song, but they are...]
Bmi'm lucky to be under
Gthis same sky that held
Bmthe exhale from your first breath
Glike a ring on a pillow of clouds
Bmby you my tongue may stutter
Gbut my gift heart screams clear and swells
Bmto burst between the wrapped lengths
Gof its bowed ribbon cell

[Chords are essentially the same from here on..]

but i am still alive in love and
wide eyed in my time
not a mummy shinking in its cloths
there's a moth flock in my gut growing
a tug at my groin like tides trying to
pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them
and when we say your name our tongues catch flame
and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say

but your painted pony is fading
lost like a snakeskin in high grass
and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
you count them blessings cause your net worth
oughta be less cream in your best dreams
but god put a song on my palm
that you can't read
i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see


- Dejayou
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