I (Bb)can’t re call the last (Cm7)take time that we talked

a bout (Bb)an y thing but (Cm7)look in’ out for cops.

We got (Bb)cig a rette burns on the (Cm7)same side of our (Ebmaj7)hands.

ver We ain’t friends, we’re said, just mor ons who broke (Cm7)skin in the same spot.

But I’ve (Bb)nev er seen you last (Cm7)take a turn that wide,

and I’m (Bb)high e nough to (Cm7)still care if I die.

So I (Bb)tried a to read the thoughts (Cm7)same that you worked (Ebmaj7)hands.

ver We to stop.

You said, “Fuck off,” and I said (Cm7)skin in the same spot.

But I’ve (Cm7)noth in’ for a while.

You know I think a bout you all the time,

and my deep mis un der (Ebmaj7)stand ing of your life,

and how bad it must have been for you back then,

and how hard it was to keep it all in side.

I hope you set tle down, I (Bb)hope you mar ry rich.

I hope you’re scared of on ly or di nar y shit,

like mur er ers, and ghosts, and can cer on your skin;

and not your soul and what he might do with it.

You (Bb)inched your self a cross the great di vide

while we drove aim less ly a long the Twin State Line.

I heard (Bb)noth in’ but the bass in ev ’ry (Ebmaj9)bal lad that you’d play, while you swore to God the (Cm7)sing er read your mind.

But the world is scared of hes i tat in’ things.

Yeah, they on ly shoot the birds who can not sing.

And I’m (Bb)fi nal ly a ware of how (Ebmaj9)shit ty and un fair it was to stare a head like (Cm7)ev ’ry thing was fine.

Rage,

in small ways.

Did you wish that I could know

you’d fade

to some place

I was n’t brave e nough to go?

I hope you set tle down, I (Bb5)hope you mar ry rich.

I hope you’re scared of on ly or di nar y shit,

like mur er ers, and ghosts, and can cer on your skin;

and not your soul and what he might do with it.

I hope you threw a brick right (Bb)in to that stained (Csus)glass.

I hope you’re with some one who (Eb5)is n’t scared to ask.

I hope that you’re not los ing (Bb5)sleep a bout what’s (Csus)next,

or a bout your soul and what he might do with it.