Crooked on the Nail

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