Sleep don't Bm
visit, s C
o I choke o G
And the days blur G
And the backs of G
my eye C
s hum with things G
I've ne D
Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline
Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass
Was never much but we made the most.
laun G ...
ching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
the s C
cars G ...
from off my back
I don't need them anymore
You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars.
All my nightmares escaped my head
Bar the door, please don't let them in
You were never supposed to leave
Now my head's splitting at the seams
And I don't know if I can.
Here, beneath my lungs, I feel your thumbs press into my skin again