Intro
C G F Am G x2
[Verse 1]
C
There is a chest
Of skin, of drawers
G
With pictures of waterspouts
F Am G
Coming out from the ocean and into the mainland
C
Where you once lived
Before
G
When you were younger
Before
F Am G
You learned how to hope, want, or wish
C G F Am G
[Verse 2]
C G
Your step became unsteady once
Even more
F Am
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 Am G
For your newfound wasteland
[Verse 3]
C
G
But even worse
F
The future you see
The future you bring
Am 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
Am G
And it’s something that you’re completely okay with
[Chorus 1]
C
G F
You've been standing outside of my apartment
Am 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
Am 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
Am G
When the week is almost over
C
Where you will sleep
G
Where you will sleep
F
Your sanctuary is Missouri in May
Am G
And I still insist on cutting my tongue off
[Chorus 2]
C
G F
You've been standing outside of my apartment
Am 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
Am 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
Am 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
Am G
Then no one can ever hear it
C
Then no one can ever hear it
G F Am 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
Am
Forgotten when it's old
G C
Undesired and cold
G F Am G
There is no story to be told
[Bridge]
C G F Am G
We'll say (repeated)
[Instrumental]
C G F Am 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
Am 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
Am 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
Am
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?
Am G
Will it be better than before?
C
Will it be better than before?
G F Am G
Will it be better than before?
D