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P O S

[Intro]
G

       G                            Bm
I have planted a bomb, with all its flammable roots
       Am                         G
In the hottest dry weather, an ignitable room

[Chorus]
        Am            C             Em            G
I'm the bomb, I'm the room, I'm the fire, I'm the fuse
        Am            C             Em            G
I'm the bomb, I'm the room, I'm the fire, I'm the fuse!

[Verse 1]
      G                         Bm
See a flower, see a body, see a copy of you
             Am                                    G
Look through walls of stickers, post-it notes, and layers of perfume

        Am            C               Em          G
I'm the custom set of numbers to your combination lock
        Am            C                    Em              G
I'm the new list of instructions, and it's getting way too long!

        Am                      C                            Bm       Am
And I'm not just the flowers surrounding dead bodies, 'cause I am the roots
Am                           C                       D7                 D
And there's no shovel that's sharp enough to dig out what is wrong with you

          G        Am         Em      C
You gotta set shit off for an 'I love you'
         G           Am                  Em        C
You got a new set of scars, you got some point to prove!

[Chorus]
           Am                C                Em              G
You're the bomb, you're the room, you're the fire, you're the fuse
           Am                C                Em              G
You're the bomb, you're the room, you're the fire, you're the fuse!

[Outro]
     G                           Bm
I am shit, I am shit! There's no fixing this!
       Am                                G
I will kill myself tonight, I'll hate myself if I live

         Am           C          Em      C
Drop the metaphor, it is what it is
         Am       C        G
You're a suicidal piece of shit!