Masochist - Polaris (Australia)
Tuning: Standard, E A D G B E
[Verse]
this is a pl
ace i know too
well
been down
here a while,
if you can't
tell
and i hav
e analyzed
And tried my b
est to justify
The sorrow i h
ave brought up
on myself
[Chorus]
Am i addicted
to the misery
Is this how i'
ll always be?
Grinding the s
alt into every
wound?
Am i in love w
ith all my ail
ments
Glutton for pu
nishment?
You can't trus
t me to be the
re for you
[Verse]
i thought i
had this
I thought i ha
d this all fig
ured out
you'd think
i'd learned fr
om all the shi
t
I fucking screamed about
when there w
as sun
I couldn't see
for the cloud
s
Still climbing
the walls
Of this well j
ust to dive ba
ck down
Until i reache
d my rock bott
om
down to the
marrow
Bringing up th
e bad blood i'
d forgotten
is it me tha
t's making me
sick?
Been burning b
oth ends of th
e wick
[Chorus]
Am i addicted
to the misery
Is this how i'
ll always be?
Grinding the s
alt into every
wound?
Am i in love w
ith all my ail
ments
Glutton for pu
nishment?
You can't trus
t me to be the
re for you
I've got this
cold black
Silhouette han
ging like a ma
rionette
casting a sh
adow, a shade
over me
Just a sick, s
ad, sorry mess
Living like a
masochist
Your worst imp
ressions were
right about me
[Bridge]
your wo
rst impression
s were right a
bout me
your wo
rst impression
s were right
I could ask yo
u to stay, if
you're feeling
forgiving
I could live w
ith the guilt
If you call th
is living
I could try to
memorize each
grain of sand
As it slips th
rough my finge
rs
And falls from
my hands
it took me l
onger than i'd
care to admit
this life is
only what i c
hoose to make
of it
And the only t
hing standing
In-between hap
piness and mys
elf
Was this depression i held so close to my chest
[Chorus]
Am i addicted
to the misery
Is this how i'
ll always be?
Grinding the s
alt into every
wound?
Am i in love w
ith all my ail
ments
Glutton for pu
nishment?
You can't trus
t me to be the
re for you
I've got this
cold black
Silhouette han
ging like a ma
rionette
casting a sh
adow, a shade
over me
Just a sick, s
ad, sorry mess
Living like a
masochist
Your worst imp
ressions were
right about me
[Interlude]
[Outro]
wasting a wa
ning youth
waiting for
something to h
elp me pull th
rough
i never saw
the sun throug
h the clouds
i lost faith
when the skie
s were falling
down