Sweet Hibiscus Tea taby ukulele według Penelope Scott

Sweet Hibiscus Tea
                F                           Dm
Here's the thing, I can't do anything right
              F                 Dm
Try as I absolutely, totally might
                 A               Dm         A
The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
        Dm         Bb          C           Bb            C
The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash
         F
And I'm not your protagonist
     A
I'm not even my own
              Dm
I don't know anything
                 C 
I don't even know what I don't know
             Bb                 C
And if you look outside you'll see
     F               Dm
Disintegrating trees 
         Gm              C
The artificial way the sunlight bounces
F       C7     F
Off the waxy leaves
          Bb                C
My heart catches on every thorn
                F               Dm
You're already halfway out the door
           Bb             C7
And I've never looked so old
            F                 Dm
And I have never been so cold
           Bb
And it is 85 degrees
  Bbm
I don't know what I need

F A Bb Bbm 
F A7 Bb Bbm
C                        F                           Dm
   There's lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
                  F                          Dm       D
On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep
                 A7           Dm
The walls are empty it's so ugly I could
A                         Dm
Burn the whole place down
                  Bb                C
It wouldn't catch 'cause all the posters
              Bb              C
Are on their way to my hometown
            F
And I am not your protagonist
    A7
I'm not even my own
             Bb
I don't know anything
                    Bbm
I don't even know what I don't know
             Gm                    C
And if you look outside you'll see
    F                Dm
Disintegrating trees
        Gm             C
The artificial way the sunlight bounces
   F                     C
Off the glitching leaves
             Bb                C
My wet heart catches on every thorn
                F                    Dm
You're already halfway out the door
            Bb             C7
And I'm so tiny and so old
               F                 D
And God it's never been so cold
         Gm
And it is 85 degrees
    Gdim
I don't know what I need

F A Bb Bbm
F A Bb Bbm