I
F put on that sweater you
C
gave me
I
Am woke up in the kitchen a
G
few minutes later
I
F didn't know how I had
C
gotten there
I didn
F 't make it to your
C
funeral
I didn't wan
Am t ritual nor
G
resign
I
F just wanted to hold
C
hands with
But I couldn't conjure tears
We're too good for stupid angels
Blackness held its breath beside me
And burned the air till it was gone
Couldn't pay my respects to a dead man
Your life was much more to me
And I chased away with sticks and stones
But that rage kept following me
Following Me
Following Me
So lost I was asleep in the palms of your hand
In dreams we were happy and safe
I can't comprehend the ways I miss you
They come to light in my mistakes
In my mistakes
In my mistakes
Now I'm
F travelling down
Em
Tacoma way
And the
C world turns in
F
slow motion
It's th
C e twilight of our old
G
home
And I'm
F still in
G love with
C
you
Oh
F here on South T
Em
acoma way
We've
C memories for
F
matinees
And the
Am tears come warm and
G
heavy
And the
F cross streets
G bare your
C
name
And the
F cross streets
G bare your
C
name.
