Cut Myself Out

F#m        D
You fall around these times
F#m        D
Where you made me come, dear
F#m        D
Leave all the days behind
F#m        D
That made you run

F#m        D
I shall forget the days
   F#m           D
That you told me too
F#m    D
I was such a waste
    F#m     D
When I cut myself out

A        D       A     D
Now the fall is over, baby
A        D
You'll descend
          A
But at a rate
A        D
You'll find is slow

( F#m  D  F#m  D )

F#m          D           F#m          D
And all these times afraid to walk the room
F#m        D             F#m        D
That you have to take, there is no other way
F#m          D             F#m                D
It's forces far above you, though you want me too
F#m        D                F#m            D
I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right

     A      D        A        D
Somehow we wait from old to young

A        D        A      D   A
Now the word is small
D           F#m    D
All the way over

[Final] F#m  D  F#m  D  F#m