[D]faking the dream, the true american grit I’ll ad[G]mit, I’m a bit of a [D]mess
cause I’m [G]fragile and tired [D]wounded and weak and my [Em]words are a useless de[A]fense
you put your [D]palm out and spit like a proud idiot gave a [G]speech and then charmed me to [D]bed
if only [G]I could exist without it [D]leaving my lips and my [Em]touch was enough to con[A]fess
[G]..all the [D]ways I [A]say it [G]...in a [D]secret [A]language
[G]...did you [D]hear what my [A]words couldn’t [Em]tell? I keep it [G]all to myself
well the a[D]nthem is dead, so I send you a song to be[G]lieve with a hand on my [D]chest
but I [G]don’t think it’s funny no [D]honey, I’m truly sin[Em]cere and I’m trying my [A]best
[D]arms over armor you’re going in deep fell as[G]leep with our bodies und[D]ressed
it’s so [G]hard to let go, it’s so [D]hard to let in but you se[Em]duce what I always supp[A]ress
[G]..all the [D]ways I [A]say it [G]...in a [D]secret [A]language
[G]...did you [D]hear what my [A]words couldn’t [Em]tell? I keep it [G]all to myself
[G]..all the [D]ways I [A]say it [G]...in a [D]secret [A]language
[G]...did you [D]hear what my [A]words couldn’t [Em]tell? I keep it [G]all to myself
