Chords for Mary Lambert - Body Love (1 Mic, 1 Take)

I'm Mary Lambert and this is Body Love for One Mic One Take. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] I know girls who are trying to fit into the social [Am] norm like squeezing in a last year's prom dress.
I know girls who [F] are low rise, MAC eyeshadow, and binge drinking.
I know girls [Am] that wonder if they're disaster and sexy enough to fit in.
[F] _ I know girls who are fleeing bombs from the masks of their [Am] skin, playing Russian roulette with [C] death.
It's never easy to accept [F] that our bodies are fallible and flawed. _
But when do we [Am] draw the line?
[B] When the knife hits the skin, isn't it the [F] same thing as purging because we're so obsessed with death?
Some women [Am] just have more guts than others. _
The funny [F] thing is women like us don't shoot.
[F] We swallow pills, [Am] still wanting to be [C] beautiful at the morgue, still proceeding [F] to put on makeup,
still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable [Am] and attractive.
_ [Em]
We might as well be [F] buried with our shoes and handbags and scarves.
Girls, [Am] we flirt with death every time we etch a [G] new tally mark into our skin.
[F] I know how to split my wrist to reveal a battlefield too, but the time has come for us to [Am] reclaim our bodies.
_ [G]
Our bodies deserve [F] more than to be war torn and collateral.
Offering this fuckedom [Am] as a pathetic means to say I [C] only know how to exist when I am wanted.
[F] _ Girls like us are hardly ever wanted, you know.
[Am] _ _ _ [G]
We're used up [F] and sad and drunk and perpetually [Am] waiting by the phone for someone to pick up and tell us that we did good.
[F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Am] _ You [Bm] did good.
[Am] _ [F] I know I _ _
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ am because I said I [Am] am.
_ _ [G]
My body [F] is home. _
My body is [Am] home. _ _
_ [F] Home. _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _
[F] _ _ Try this.
Take your hands over your [A] bumpy love body naked.
[B] And remember the [Em] first time you touched someone [F] with the sole purpose of learning all of them.
Touch them [A] because the light was pretty on them and the dust [Bm] and the [E] sunlight danced the way your heart did.
[F] Touch yourself with a purpose.
Your body is the most [A] beautiful royal.
Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife [F] anymore, not your razor.
Put the sharpness back.
Lay your hands [A] flat and feel the surface of scarred [E] skin.
I once touched a tree with [C] charred limbs.
The stump was still breathing, [F] but the tops were just [A] ashy remains.
I wonder what it's like to come back to that because sometimes [F] I feel forest fires erupting from my wrists.
And the smoke [A] signals send out the most beautiful things I've ever [Em] seen.
_ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [B] _
[G] _ _ [F] Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet.
[A] _ _ [B] And brother arm wrapping shoulders [F] and remember this is important.
You are worth more than [A] who you fuck.
You are worth more than a [F] waistline.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the [A] shadows.
More [B] than a man's whim or your father's mistake.
[F] You are no less valuable [Dm] as a size 16 than a size 4.
You are no less [Am] valuable as a 32A [B] than a 36C.
[F] Your sexiness is defined by [Am] concentric circles within your wood.
It is wisdom.
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out.
_ Reborn.
_ _ [N] _