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