Tom: D
A
[Verse]
D Em G
You lack angels, guardian or otherwise
A D A
That formally address you with their shimmering voices when you're in distress
Em G
And the so-called potent love, from up above,
D A G
ain't even enough to put a wrinkle in your dress, well I digress
A
D Em G A7
Well you met with strange faces after returning from far-off mental places
D Em
Outside of this two-dimensional cartoon
G A7
Your occasional breakthroughs that no one really seems to relate to
D A G
In this deadpan wasteland, where no one really loves you
A
Em Bm
And all the spit from the tongues of flame
Em Bm
Falls on your face, feels like rain
G A
And they call you out, put you in your place
G A
They call you out but never call you by your name
