F#
Coming to you live from the bottom of a heavy heart
A#m
Live from the window of a broken home
C#
Live from the memories that fell apart
G#
Life from the lines of my soul
F#
I'm coming to you live from the medicine drawers I'm still refilling
A#m
Live from the parking lot floors we kissed as children
C#
Live from the saints of the summer you wouldn't visit
G#
Who reminded you we were childhood friends who went missing
F#
I don't doubt this, but here's to staying grounded more
A#m
We took a road trip to spread the ashes out this fall
C#
And met the pretty poet prophets at the outlet malls
G#
Who said a big idea can't come out of a town this small
F#
I told you, New York, I'm sorry to insult you, New York
A#m
But there where times where I've forgotten How well I know you, New York
C#
And one too many nights I waited up for closure, New York
G#
The only living boy who still lives at home in New York
F#
I wrote you, New York I'm sorry for nothing you never wrote back
A#m
All I wanted was an ackowledgement of my vocab
C#
And all I've grown parsley still like lovers fields
G#
I sent my heart out in a package, but the address wasn't real
F#
Welcome to the season to getting sick to your stomach
A#m
You need something to believe me Believe me, or you'll be leaving soon
C#
You could be decieved by the sweet season what season us
G#
Or come and see the scenes from the cheap seats where we see 'em from
F#
Live from the bottom of a heavy heart
A#m
Live from the window of a broken home
C#
Live from the memories that fell apart
G#
Life from the grafittied fence protecting my soul
F#
Live from the adult lessons that I learned in adolescent
A#m
Had to have a fallen out and pride that avalanche forever
C#
Live from the cross country roads and that adventure grief
G
Tore my face apart, now I'm trying to put it back together
F#
Live from the junk front yards that'll never find salvage
A#m
Live from the holes in our stories we'll never climb out of
C#
I'm a blackout poet, I drink and fight first
G#
'Til I can't see anything besides the right words, yeah
F#
Suddenly I'm not alone
A#m
It feels like the entire tri-state is on my collar bone
C#
And watching headlights pass like the cards I'm dealt
G#
And the cars on the highway looks like cosmo belts
F#
And everything seems fine, everything stands still
A#m
And if the sky comes crashing down, then this can't be real
C#
And maybe none of what I ever thought was
G#
So here I am, another person torn up
F#
This is how it feels to start something over
A#m
And dream under a Simon and Garfunkel poster
C#
We all look for closure and get lost on our course
G#
Now it feels like I'm the only living boy in New York
F#
This is how it feels to start something over
A#m
And dream under a Simon and Garfunkel poster
C#
We all look for closure and get lost on our course
G
Now it feels like I'm the only living boy in New York
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