Verse          Chorus + Outro
E|----------| --------------
Am  x0221x     C     x3201x
G   32000x     D     xx023x
D   xx023x     Em    02200x
               G     32003x
               D/F#  2x023x


[Verse 1]
      Am                      G                      D
I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
   Am                       G                    D
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like all of these debutantes
Am                        G                         D
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
    Am      G     D
But I'm not, baby I'm not
    Am     G      D
No, I'm not that, I'm not


[Chorus 1]
          C                    D                         Em                 C
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath
C                       D                          Em                       C
Writing in blood on the walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
      C                     D                         G          D/F#        C
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not, but at best I can say I'm not sad
       C                   G                      D/F#
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C                   G                      D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Am  G  D
Am  G  D


[Verse 2]
      Am                          G                       D
I had fifteen-year dances, church basement romances, yeah I've cried
Am                        G                  D
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums is the only love I've ever known
  Am                         G                   D
Except for the stage which I also call home when I'm not
Am                  G                        D
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
  Am                        G                     D
Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Am                      G                       D
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"


[Chorus 2]
          C                     D                         Em                C
I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown like a goddamn near sociopath
C                     D                          Em                      C
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's got this black narcissist off my back
    C                        D                           G          D/F#      C
She couldn't care less and I never cared more so there's no more to say about that
       C                   G                      D/F#
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C                   G                      D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past


[Verse 3]
          Am                G                   D
There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Am                    G                  D
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
  Am                      G                        D
A modern day woman with a weak constitution 'cause I've got
Am                      G                      D
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
  Am                    G                       D
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off


[Chorus 3]
          C                    D                         Em                 C
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown, twenty-four seven, Sylvia Plath
C                        D                          Em                        C
Writing in blood on your walls 'cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
     C                          D                        G             D/F#        C
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not but at best, you can see I'm not sad
    C                   G                      D/F#
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
C                   G                      D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have


[Outro]
C                   G                      D/F#
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
    C     G         D/F#
But I have it, yeah I have it
      C     G    D/F#   C 
Yeah, I have it, I have