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Standard (EADGBE)

I swear I'm sick of sorry songs and sobbin on the phone

 and guitars can only distract you from yourself for so long.

 I Barely recognize the difference there between right and wrong,

it come and goes and leaves me broke and God's the only one that knows

 it's not my fault I swear to God it's not my fault.

I've been losing

sleep and drugs and thoughts and time and tiny pieces of my mind

 that you borrowed without asking me though I don't need them right now,

I am so goddamned tired of all the lies we're tellin to ourselves.

I keep a box in my room

 filled with everything that you

 ever gave me or anything that reminds me of you,

 I keep it lock out of sight

 with hopes that one day I might

 pluck up the courage to sit down and write this letter to you .

 You'll keep it locked in a drawer by your bedside,

you may never read it but it makes you glad to know that it's there,

 and you'll stare at the words that I wrote

 with my own two hands words I never had the courage to say,

this is life, this is life, this is life

 at a pace that will crush us all right back to where we began,

 this is hope, this is hope, this is hope,

 in the form of a song that no one should ever hear.

 Nothing for certain though,

 only one thing I know is true,

I got all of these little things,

 but he's still got you.

But don't you know that?

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