Tom: Dm
Dm F Bb Dm
Is there a place up in heaven where they store the world’s debris?
C F Dm
I swear I’m not a wicked person; is there a wasteland for me?
F Bb Dm
Am I scared? I’m fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
C F
(From the inside)
[Interlude]
Dm Bb F Dm F C x2
[Verse]
Dm F Bb Dm
Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet?
C F Dm
Seeking shelter from their demons, trading shame for amnesty?
F Bb Dm
Am I scared? I’m fucking terrified, these thoughts eat me alive
C F
From the inside
[Chorus]
Dm Bb
I am a liar, I am a sinner
F
I am the furthest from the grace that my parents made
C Dm
I’m reminded of it every single day
Bb
(I am the snake, I am the snare
F
Who’s beats of my own heart’s what kept me marching
C
With no legs to get me there.)
Dm Bb
We’re all liars, living sinners
F
Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made
C
It won’t define me in any way
