Intro
A E D F#m E x2
[Verse 1]
A
There is a chest
Of skin, of drawers
E
With pictures of waterspouts
D F#m E
Coming out from the ocean and into the mainland
A
Where you once lived
Before
E
When you were younger
Before
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You learned how to hope, want, or wish
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[Verse 2]
A E
Your step became unsteady once
Even more
D F#m
Every time you would stand on shrapnel
E A
Under your feet
E
There was a growth under your skin
An addition of pride
D F#m E
For your newfound wasteland
[Verse 3]
A
E
But even worse
D
The future you see
The future you bring
F#m E A
The future you are completely okay with
I could wait up sick
E
Waiting for a response
D
I could wait up, waiting for anything
F#m E
And it’s something that you’re completely okay with
[Chorus 1]
A
E D
You've been standing outside of my apartment
F#m E A
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
E D
You've been standing outside of my apartment
F#m E A
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
[Verse 4]
E
Tell me, tell me, Miranda
D
Where do you see yourself tomorrow?
Do you worry each Wednesday
F#m E
When the week is almost over
A
Where you will sleep
E
Where you will sleep
D
Your sanctuary is Missouri in May
F#m E
And I still insist on cutting my tongue off
[Chorus 2]
A
E D
You've been standing outside of my apartment
F#m E A
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
E D
You've been standing outside of my apartment
F#m E A
With your mouth open wide, and I haven't heard enough of it
[Verse 5]
E
I will not speak of the crash
D
Cause if it is never spoken of
F#m E
Then history will never know it happened
A
If it is never written about
E
Then no one can ever read it
D
If it is never talked about
F#m E
Then no one can ever hear it
A
Then no one can ever hear it
E D F#m E
Then no one can ever hear it
[Verse 6]
A E
Do we know the truths of every broken step?
D
Only if it's told
F#m
Forgotten when it's old
E A
Undesired and cold
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There is no story to be told
[Bridge]
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We'll say (repeated)
[Instrumental]
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A
[Coda/verse 7]
We'll say
E
We'll meet up in some hotel room
D
Be it fancy or pay by the hour
F#m E
And we'll comfort each other
A
Like we used to in our time
E
You'll say it'll be just like the old days
D
But it won't be the fucking old days
F#m E
No it won't be the fucking old days
A
Only now with our broken parts
E D
Our overused and torn up pieces
F#m
Will it be better than before?
E A
Will it be better than before?
E
Do we thank our practice with others
D
Or will it be tarnished by exact thought?
F#m E
Will it be better than before?
A
Will it be better than before?
E D F#m E
Will it be better than before?
D