A F#m C#m I've spent 22 years of my life D Trying not to freak out F#m C#m D Trying not to be needy A F#m C#m I go through 6 different moods at a time D I'm happy then losing my mind F#m C#m Go transition to crazy D Bm E It's not fair, I've got acetone for veins Bm D Dm I'm so sensitive, just one touch and I feel pain Chorus: A F#m All my friends make sweet fun of me C#m D A F#m I guess it's funny but the truth's I bruise easily C#m D F#m And sure I'm down to be a joke E Metaphorically though D C#m Bm You could flip me inside out and they would show E Black, purple and green Yeah I bruise easily I've spent three hundred sixty-five days And fifty-two weeks in my brain Goin' over the same thing That girls said when we was in fourth grade I take everything personally I've always hated that about me I've tried to be cool and chill But it's not fair, I've got acetone for veins I'm so sensitive, just one touch and I feel pain Chorus: All my friends make sweet fun of me I guess it's funny but the truth's I bruise easily And sure I'm down to be the joke Metaphorically though You could flip me inside out and they would show Black, purple and green Yeah, I bruise easily A F#m C#m D A I bruise, I bruise easily F#m C#m D A Black, purple and green, green, help me, I F#m C#m D A I bruise, I bruise easily F#m C#m D A Please don't fucking swing, it hurts me All my friends make sweet fun of me But the truth's I bruise easily Sure I'm down to be the joke Metaphorically though You could flip me inside out and they will show Black, purple and green Yeah, I bruise easily | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Bm C#m D Dm E F#m |