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