Tom: G#m
F# G# C# B
F# C# B
[Verse]
F# G# F#
The blood from a peach runs down your chin
Blunts on the porch, your skin on my skin
G#
Can we call moving forward if
C# B
It's just a bolt bus to your house?
F# B F# C# B F# G# C#
F#
And we both know we're gonna lie here
G# F# C#
Smoking till our lungs turn black
B F#
Just us and our bitter hearts
G# C# B F#
Looking at stars for hours in the back of your car
And we grow tougher than we feared
That we'd ever be forced to and more tender
B
Then we had ever thought possible
F# G#
With our seven bodies crammed onto my mattress
C# B
Windows open, the wallpaper peeling and fading
F#
And our trauma becomes washed out
D#
More abstract and stomped out, and
B
I know even though I don't have everything worked out
F#
I'm gonna call all the people
D# B
I miss to say I can't wait to kiss you and
C#
Chain smoke on your front step
D# B
Lay my head on your chest
G#
Ghosts of friends
D#m
D# B
Waist-deep in lake Washington
F# D#m
I will never forget all the reasons
B
I'm not dead yet
D#m
All the cats in my neighborhood and
B B
All the times you asked for help and I couldn't give it
F# B C# F# B
F#
We feel lost like kids on the streets
Inside our brains carved by abuse, love, survival
And all those other things one way streets
Internalized as we ride our bikes
C# B
They become the neighborhood we grew up in
F#
After all of the phone calls, all the letters I wrote you
B
You'd think I'd figure out the words to tell you how much I love
F#
You, and I know it's hard for you
B
To feel like you deserve to feel good
F#
D#m A#m
B C# F#
D#m B
C# F#
D#m A#m
B C# F#
D#m C#m
B F#
