Standard (EADGBE)

Riff 1

You have your own life I know, but show up you should

I'm disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb

Eight weeks since and it's still the same

 "Something just came up, I'm so sorry"

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And maybe I've got needs that you can't cure

 But I'm waiting by the phone until I'm sure

Love like statistics, I've got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts

Kill the subject; refine the joke, which ever prompts response

In the moments you laugh it's still not enough

 You miss me, you can't mean that

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And maybe you've got needs that I can't cure

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We sleep in separate houses

 A Guarded head shapes the face and heart

 So loss ain't bad

 I'm trading processing for sleep

 So it don't seem sad that I'm losing you

Blotch the face, blood vessels

 Broken heart and canvas skin

 Write it all out you won't ever quite describe it

 Loaned to father for weekends and given back without the interest

 Trivialize memories, dumb it down to make it fit

Syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader

 All the bitter nights in my room alone

They won't know all my secret problems

 Or the love that overcame us both

An untold twenty-two year story

 So it's one tale and then another, I was saying earlier

 A Guarded head shapes the face and heart

 So loss ain't bad

 I'm trading processing for sleep

 So it don't seem sad that I'm losing you

x2

When are you coming home

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