F
Coming to you live from the bottom of a heavy heart
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
Had to have a fallen out and pride that avalanche forever
C
Live from the cross country roads and that adventure grief
F#
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
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
Am
And dream under a Simon and Garfunkel poster
C
We all look for closure and get lost on our course
F#
Now it feels like I'm the only living boy in New York
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