Intro
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[Verse 1]
C#
There is a chest
Of skin, of drawers
G#
With pictures of waterspouts
F# A#m G#
Coming out from the ocean and into the mainland
C#
Where you once lived
Before
G#
When you were younger
Before
F# A#m G#
You learned how to hope, want, or wish
C# G# F# A#m G#
[Verse 2]
C# G#
Your step became unsteady once
Even more
F# A#m
Every time you would stand on shrapnel
G# C#
Under your feet
G#
There was a growth under your skin
An addition of pride
F# A#m G#
For your newfound wasteland
[Verse 3]
C#
G#
But even worse
F#
The future you see
The future you bring
A#m G# C#
The future you are completely okay with
I could wait up sick
G#
Waiting for a response
F#
I could wait up, waiting for anything
A#m G#
And it’s something that you’re completely okay with
[Chorus 1]
C#
G# F#
You've been standing outside of my apartment
A#m G# C#
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
G# F#
You've been standing outside of my apartment
A#m G# C#
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
[Verse 4]
G#
Tell me, tell me, Miranda
F#
Where do you see yourself tomorrow?
Do you worry each Wednesday
A#m G#
When the week is almost over
C#
Where you will sleep
G#
Where you will sleep
F#
Your sanctuary is Missouri in May
A#m G#
And I still insist on cutting my tongue off
[Chorus 2]
C#
G# F#
You've been standing outside of my apartment
A#m G# C#
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
G# F#
You've been standing outside of my apartment
A#m G# C#
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
[Verse 5]
G#
I will not speak of the crash
F#
Cause if it is never spoken of
A#m G#
Then history will never know it happened
C#
If it is never written about
G#
Then no one can ever read it
F#
If it is never talked about
A#m G#
Then no one can ever hear it
C#
Then no one can ever hear it
G# F# A#m G#
Then no one can ever hear it
[Verse 6]
C# G#
Do we know the truths of every broken step?
F#
Only if it's told
A#m
Forgotten when it's old
G# C#
Undesired and cold
G# F# A#m G#
There is no story to be told
[Bridge]
C# G# F# A#m G#
We'll say (repeated)
[Instrumental]
C# G# F# A#m G#
C#
[Coda/verse 7]
We'll say
G#
We'll meet up in some hotel room
F#
Be it fancy or pay by the hour
A#m G#
And we'll comfort each other
C#
Like we used to in our time
G#
You'll say it'll be just like the old days
F#
But it won't be the fucking old days
A#m G#
No it won't be the fucking old days
C#
Only now with our broken parts
G# F#
Our overused and torn up pieces
A#m
Will it be better than before?
G# C#
Will it be better than before?
G#
Do we thank our practice with others
F#
Or will it be tarnished by exact thought?
A#m G#
Will it be better than before?
C#
Will it be better than before?
G# F# A#m G#
Will it be better than before?
D