Shape I'm In

capo 1

Em, G, Cadd9, G

Sometimes I’m out of line
But I refuse to say sorry
Sometimes I have to lie
To tell the whole story
Sometimes I get so in my head
I quit before I start
And sometimes I’m so stupid
I forget that I’m smart

Em, G, Cadd9, G

I’m always turning the page
But never a profit
I got one foot in the grave
And a hole in my pocket
I’m the best in the business
Of being insecure
I know I don’t know nothing
At least I think I’m pretty sure

Em, G, Cadd9, G x4

Em, G, Cadd9—

I’ve never been big
To carry all that I’ve been
Could never quite slip
Into comfortable skin
My hands, oh my hands
How do they lay again?
Nothing fits right
With the shape I’m in
Nothing fits right
With the shape I’m in

Em, G, Cadd9, G x4

Em, G, Cadd9—

Home is a suitcase these days
I’ll go where they put me
And somehow the scene changed
When I wasn’t looking
I went back to the old house
Such little remains now
Feel like a stranger walking
On the same old ground
I’m a stranger walking
On the same old ground

Em, G, Cadd9, G x4

Em, G, Cadd9—

I’ve never been big
To carry all that I’ve been
Could never quite slip
Into comfortable skin
My hands, oh my hands
How do they lay again?
Nothing fits right
With the shape I’m in
Nothing fits right
With the shape I’m in

D, Em, Cadd9, G, D

Only I
I know all the hell I‘ve been through
Tryin to find
Find a hole I can crawl into
Lessons I never learn
So everything’s uncharted
Thought I’d be better
But I’m still just getting started

Em, G, Cadd9, G x6

Em, G, Cadd9—

Oh but what doesn’t kill me
Only makes me more tragic
Makes a good story
And I'm a little more dramatic

Yeah what doesn’t kill me
Only makes me more tragic
It’s not just getting older
That makes for a classic

Em, G, Cadd9, G x4

I’ve never been big
To carry all that I’ve been
Could never quite slip
Into comfortable skin
My hands, oh my hands
How do they lay again?
Nothing fits right

Em, G, Cadd9, G x4

I’ve never been big
To carry all that I’ve been
Could never quite slip
Into comfortable skin
My hands, oh my hands
How do they lay again?
Nothing fits right

Em, G, Cadd9, G

Em, G, Cadd9, Cmaj7

No, nothing fits right
No, nothing fits right
With the shape I’m in

Patty PerShayla: vocals, acoustic guitar, bass
Lucas Powell: electric guitar
David Hempstead: drums, auxiliary percussion

Written by Patricia Pierzchala.
Produced by Lucas Powell and Patty PerShayla.
Recorded by Lucas Powell.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Artwork by Patty PerShayla.

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