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(Capo 2 Shapes) Verse: E A Chorus: B A 1. she eats her dinner hovered over the sink bends down to the faucet when she wants a drink she don't sit at the table, pour herself some wine she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time she grew up faster than most kids now all the boys treat her like her daddy did as far as she's concerned she's just rotting on the vine she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time she don't love herself she won't give herself the time she don't need nobody else telling her she ain't worth a dime the only hand she's been dealt is the hurting kind the battle scars are hard inside her heart so she keeps drawing deeper battle lines 2. she makes her money taking off her clothes it ain't what she likes it's just what she knows she ain't smiled for real since '89 she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time she don't love herself she won't give herself the time she don't need nobody else telling her she ain't worth a dime the only hand she's been dealt is the hurting kind the battle scars are hard inside her heart so she keeps drawing deeper battle lines 3. no one's coming to save the day they would've come by now if it worked that way she's just flickering out like a neon sign she don't love herself enough, she won't give herself the time
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(second verse written by Becca Jay)
1. you would think you could change for yourself i wouldn’t even have to ask you to you would think that the pain in my eyes would be reason enough for you you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think 2. you would think over time you could let a gentle current pull you somewhere new you would think you could climb to the top of this mountain instead of waiting for it to move you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think br. you would think i could turn away you would think i would learn some day but instead, instead, instead, instead... you’re in my head you’re out of my hands and it breaks my heart to watch you sink you could change for yourself you would think
here comes the bride all dressed in white
and the biggest grin anyone's ever seen her wearing, it's a million miles wide a couple empty chairs cause you're not there but she's brave enough to pass them up because she knows love's waiting for her on the other side you won't see her smile on her wedding day walk her down the aisle, give her away you won't know her joy, hear her vow i am not a boy that changes things somehow here comes the bride, still quite surprised that the woman waiting for me just so happens to adore me and she wants to be my wife those empty chairs, they're hard to bear but there's love in the air and I'm still going to swear to love her for the rest of her life love is louder than any silencing i am not a boy, and that don't change a thing 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 *co-written with Veronica May
the synapse fails to connect i thought i was being direct hope is slowly dying but confusion's ever-growing the neurons fire away receptors aren't willing to play what's the use in trying always feels as though i'm throwing words against the wall you're not hearing them at all now there's something that you are missing words against the wall you're not hearing them at all all i need was for you to listen the brain and the heart won't shake hands i never know where my arrow lands days into years, you're reaping what you're sowing i look in the mirror and i see you genetic's pathetic attempt to show proof am i ringing in your ears always feels as though i'm throwing *co-written with Veronica May
Verse: root G F#m F Em Chorus: C D Em // (even if forever... F pass through E to G) Bridge: same as verse i daydream of the day when you say dear, i'm sorry cause i remember more than you could know nightmares turn to tangible truths and i remember that no one feels safe around you i never wanted to say the word never (never) but sometimes something's got to change somehow (ooh) it hurts me but i have to say forever (it's better) even if forever is for now i daydream of the day when i can say mom, i'm pregnant cause i remember fondly you're fond of children but dreams turn into nightmares when i remember no child will you love more than (your child is a piece of) God forgiveness, come find me soon protection do the same traveling through the brain and heart but it arrives in the same vein
i picture the scene between me and you
sitting motionless in this living room it’s a terrible thing to test the strength of blood-glue but i don’t wanna lie, guess it’s best to tell the truth i ain’t sorry for being what i am i am sorry if it’s not what you had planned we learn to hate the things that we don’t understand i am what i am i picture the pain in your eyes as i confess but the fact remains i gotta get this off my chest hope it won’t stain when we start to clean the mess i fear the worst but i am hoping for the best when my grandpa died, i think he might have taken happiness with him everything turned gray, colors washed away god refused to listen when my mom and dad finally got so sad they had to end their union it opened up my eyes, made me realize they are only human people say that love is the only answer but i know they’ve got to be wrong because this love’s my only question where is my love, why is it gone? when i left my home, i felt so alone fair weather friends turned their backs such a scary thought to go from having a lot to living out of plastic bags now i feel so strange and i know it will change who i am forever knocks the wind from me, brings me to my knees turns me into a beggar Capo 1, chord shapes: Verse: Em Am B7 Em Chorus: Am Em Am B7 you say your house fell down, you say your foundation cracked you say you stumbled to the ground, can't get your footing back you say you're all alone and nothing's set in stone you say you lost your head, you say you lost your way you say your moral compass has led you astray you say you miss the days when you were set in your ways even roots change, even roots grow even skyscrapers sway when the wind blows if nothing ever changed how would we ever know which way to go? even the earth moves even the river flows the story's going to end but we don't know how it goes the greatest part of life is it keeps you on your toes i say i'm not so sure certainty is everything it's cracked up to be you say it hurts to change i say, well, certainly one day we all will fall like leaves don't hide behind walls falsely called beliefs it's not your destiny to drown in flux, achilles no one wants to be a captain of a sorry sinking ship cause when it starts to sink, you think do i gotta go down with it? no one wants to be the bearer of incredibly bad news cause when you’re the one dropping the bomb you’ve got everything to lose what if three years turns into thirty-something? what if all you got was a whole lot of nothing? what if thirty-something turns into three kids? and you screw ‘em up just like your parents did? no one wants to be the writer of a book that’s never read all those words once full of life may as well be dead no one wants to be the bad guy, baby wouldn’t you agree? honey you’re so good, i guess the bad guy’s gotta be me |
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