you’re the sugar coat on a bitter pill
you’re the place i go in a earthquake drill you will walk to the porch with a bat in your hand so i don’t have to look at the boogeyman you flash all of the light underneath my bed and the monsters have not found me yet but they found you, they surround you look around you, yeah they found you you’re the softest nest in the highest tree you’re a needed kiss on a wounded knee you crack open a cactus with your bare hands so i don’t die of thirst in a desert land you rip all of the targets right off my head and the arrows have not got me yet but they got you, yeah they shot you an onslaught into you, yeah they got you you’re a little bird with a lion’s mane your dreams deferred in a weathervane i will scour the depths and the breadth of the sea and collect all the joy that you gave up for me to the queen with her crown i will coronate i will bow at the feet of my surrogate i will praise you, cause you raised me my grace traced to you, thank you haley
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Verse: C Em Dm C G
Chorus: C Dm F Fm C Bridge: F Fm C // F Fm Em Dm C G i might as well be a shovel the way i bury hurt dig a hole where the pain goes then i cover it with dirt i might as well be a faucet the way i handle pain let it run til the hurting's done, watch it circle down the drain til nothing remains ashes to ashes, dust to dust all my thoughts of us rot into rust i never got my last wish, you never came around you just vanished in the deep, dark, down you might as well be a stranger in some far off galaxy off you go in your ufo, ain't no way we're gonna meet you might as well be a shipwreck, sinking in your fate terrorized by the stormy skies now the waves won't hold your weight it's just too late what a blurry bitter bond what a quiet final bell do i let go of holding on? guess i might as well
she is a mother who gave me a father
her name is norma jean bill was a deacon after he quit drinking he married her when she was sixteen he moved her out west when the greatest depression chased them, they escaped by the skin of their teeth i watched him adore her, do everything for her he carried her purse, and he watched her sleep 64 times they circled sun til he shot off the earth like a rubber band gun her soul folded up like a thin paper plane waiting for takeoff to see him again the man of her dreams, the man in her dreams i’m a granddaughter who lost my grandfather my name is lindsay ann meaningless moments turn into memories he picked me up from school in a mercury sedan what I’ll most miss is the forehead kisses cause I grew up taller than my family tree he left me a lesson that kindness is best you can survive a hard life with no enemies 32 times we circled the sun til he shot off the earth like a rubber band gun i got no right to complain, no reason to cry he told me to relax, let the world go by the man of my dreams (repeat) the man in my dreams hope springs eternal or so i've been told but i know it's terminal even hope gets sick, gets old oh faith you fickle friend you bargain and seduce disguised like a goddamn godsend just pretended to know the truth if it was lies why have I been holding all my breath in waiting for the big exhale i guess there comes a time to say goodbye to throwing pennies in a wishing well they say you can’t miss what you never had here’s my objection i’ll never miss something half as bad as relying on the lie of reconnection hope keeps a journal but words are cannon fodder grim reaps maternal grim reaps daughter all these needles all in vain when will sleep come to numb the pain cut it off so it won't bleed how does one try not to need i'm learning how to roll with it the tightening of the tourniquet no blood supply i'm used to it i'll die trying loosen the grip all these things I saw explain the rubber mouth and stubborn jaw circulatory system breech what kind of wave resists the beach it wasn't my plan i didn't mean no harm oh well who needs a hand who needs a loving arm Capo 4 shapes: Verse: Em C Em (end on D) Chorus: Em D A Bridge: C G C G // (but I'm a) Em C D // (heads and birds) C D A Em (end on D) father hear my pleas, don’t make me scrape my knees even diogenes, he agrees with me a syndrome of self neglect is the sin of intellect holding lanterns to the light is no necessity what good is a god with the head of a falcon that lives on the body of man? what sense is the strength of a thoroughbred stallion running like a scared mare every chance that it can? what comfort lies in millions of lives if they’re over before they began? sometimes it shapes me, sometimes it escapes me the good of a god in the body of man father hear my cries, i’m not buying alibis your books so wise disguise the valleys for the peaks if all your world’s a page you’ll never take the stage baby steps assuage the magnitude of quantum leaps heaven knows i’m also froze and apples don’t fall far trust me, any day’s a good day in the shade of where you are but i’m a prudent teacher’s student and I'm just trying to understand heads and birds, actions and words and the good of a god in the body of man Verse: E A E B7 A E Chorus: A E A E B7 A E there i was driving fast past the desert windmill farms couldn’t see energy in their lifeless heavy arms never thought something so still could make me feel such an alarm maybe my anxious observation made them nervous to perform the outlaw sun had every one frozen like a stick-up they were praying for momentum, wondering when the wind might pick up the sharp scare of the dead air could surely cure a case of the hiccups i’m still clicking both my heels but now the dust won’t even kick up i didn’t know what to do, i didn’t know what to say i didn’t wanna go but sure as hell didn’t wanna stay can’t recall every moment but I’ll always know the the way I felt in the desert wild, a lonely child on mother’s day i slowed down near a truck stop town when something caught my sight a cactus backed against the rocks, flexing for a fight needles and pins pushing in and out with all their might it looked thirsty, at the worst, it may not make it through the night i felt sorry for that plant and the way it can’t give love how should a cactus act when it’s offered a proper hug of course i cared but wouldn’t dare to give it more than a sad shrug i looked on the ground all around but never found my kid gloves somewhere the weather’s not so hot and the ocean comes to play otters hold hands when they sleep so they don’t drift away but daughters cling to other things cause they’d drown if they stayed i thought in the desert wild, a lonely child on mother’s day Verse: G Em Chorus: G Bm Am D I will pretend she is your friend fantasy’s ideal for me I will pretend she is your friend reality is killing me didn’t i say if you live this way I will never approve? didn’t I say if you live this way god will take heaven from you? didn't I say if you live this way you’re turning your back on the truth? thank god for unconditional love or how else how could I make myself love a sinner like you? didn’t you think about what I thought did you not think about my belief? didn’t you try to get by on a diet of guilt and grief? didn’t you know the way you chose to grow? now i can’t say I’m proud of how you grew thank god for unconditional love or how else could I make myself love a daughter like you? Capo on 1, chord shapes: Verse: Em C D Chorus: Em C D B7 the doctor took a photograph, she wore a hospital gown he explained that her brain was trying to take her down they quieted the cancer, they tightened her screws i took a tongue depressor, i took the abuse someone should warn the surgeon he’s not alone her mind’s a clenched fist with a sharp knife of its own it’s hard to feel light in a waiting room of whispers i sleep heavy every night. something's wrong with this picture i stare at the negative, go to the darkest places who are these strangers, i can’t make out their faces as far as i can see, now as far as i can tell my life’s an empty frame, shaking crooked on a nail the police took a photograph just outside of town of his truck and his luck and his wife and his life turned upside down emergency rooms now a stain in my head i leapt for the living there, i wept for the dead who could have warned the wind, that the heavens would steal the air? what god would pound this gavel, leave a family in despair? it’s hard to hear the love in self-serving scripture i sleep heavy every night. something's wrong with this picture she wants to be vetted but she fails the exam she loves being petted but she bites with poison glands she just let it all fall through her hands i know where she’s headed face down, quicksand she wants to take credit but she sinks where she stands she’d rather be shredded than tear up “god’s plan” |
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