right this way ma'am to the finish line i was never in your lane, you were never in mine do what you gotta do, girl go get that win did you do it the right way? honey let's not pretend sometimes you must choose to lose with a shrug and a grin come with me friend to the starting line you know i got your back, i hope you still got mine do what we gotta do to begin again i won't fight for a prize but I'll fight for a friend
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i’ve got nothing left i can balance on that lady with the blindfold is gone her scale and her sword have nothing more to say it was just us then, it’s just me now where’s the justice in time running out i’m trying to transcend but it sinks further in every day so I keep company with well-known cons i’m confident they’re my confidants and the pros won’t speak to me they are prone to secrecy and i don’t know if I’ll ever get through it cause I’ve been the only one swearing them to it there’s no wisdom now, no prudence here if I’m reckless or cautious, i really don’t care this snake and this mirror just slithered nearer to prey i don’t feel courage and i’m not in control i can’t produce faith and i won’t be consoled and i’m losing all hope that i’ll ever know better todays
her life was a boxing ring
she never took off her gloves she never stopped swinging not even for love from the very first swing to the very last round she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out i never got too close, i never knew how everything's different with the lights out her faith was a lonely home she never took off from that place she never looked out the window not even to see my face from the very first brick to the very last grout she boxed her way in, she boxed her way out i never got too close, i never knew how everything's different with the lights out
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
i used to cast my light like a net on the sea
when i came around you would shimmer for me now my spotlight might be something you dread like a jailbird ducking away or running ahead is it just me or is the fog rolling in thicker cause what used to beam now only seems to be a flicker i might look good, i might seem strong but you are wrong, i'm just stuck in the moss tell me where should a lighthouse look when it's lost? i used to take each wave with a grain of salt thought the price of love was the pain of assault now when the wind howls, i tower, irate at the owl and the moon that i imitate oh the brutal ache of phantom limbs makes for futile shakes of your hands my friend my armless body's head just spins and i’m jealous of the seagull’s glide i search for days less tall, more wide oh a glow is just a glare with too much pride to die 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 in the blink of an eye you walked out, i did not get to say goodbye simply, swiftly as you can take the parts of me that make me who i am and we're all quick to give a pat on the back we're all lucky to live, but it's not about that it's not about what I have, it's about what I lost it's about being sad without being tossed in a river of guilt, where at least i can swim where at least i can wake up and get fucked again it's about time i can say I can't find just a sliver of silver lining today's just about the clouds just a tiny moment passed now you're gone, and I'm stunned, you went way too fast silly of me to yearn as if thinking of you will make you return and we're all quick to give a pat on the back we're all lucky to live, but it's not about that |
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