Lewis Capaldi - The Ancient Art Of Always Fucking Up: chords

   D                           A
If all mistakes were made in stone
                    Bm
I'd build a wall so tall, you'd see for miles
    G               A                  D
And every man and child would come to see
                    A
Stand and laugh at me
                      Bm
Like you would not believe and I can't blame them

      G           A                 F#m
It's kinda funny when you start to think
about the kind of fool
      G                               D
Who breaks his heart as often as the moon
                   A
Shows its face to you
    F#m                      G
And I regret to say politely I'm the guy
                         D
who'll more than likely lose
               A
Like I always do

Chorus:
                    D
So tell me are you running scared
                           A
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
       Bm          F#m          G
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient art of
A              D
always fucking up
                A
Everything I've ever loved
          Bm                   F#m         G
'Cause I wrote the books, the study of the ancient
       A              D
art of always fucking up

May I have your attention please?
Step right up and see the most amazing
The absolutely mind-inflaming show
About a boy who sold his soul
For a shot at love and gold
And he almost made it but lost it on the way,
the story goes

Now he's the kind of fool
Who breaks his heart as often as the moon
Shows its face to you
And I regret to say, politely,
I'm the guy who'll more than likely lose
Like I always do

Chorus:
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of the ancient
art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
They fall from me like autumn leaves
The wake, I make it scattered with debris
Of everything that could have been
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of
the ancient art of always fucking up

                    A                   G
And I'm bleak by design, forget all my lines
                     A
I've burned all my blessings more than half the time
Bm                  A
Been trapped in my ways, but I'm desperate
     G
to change
                             A
So let me know if you'll stay

Chorus:
So, tell me, are you running scared
'Cause you know that I'm beyond repair?
Well, baby, I'm a master of
the ancient art of always fucking up
Everything I've ever loved
'Cause I wrote the book, the study of
the ancient art of always fucking up