Tom: C
C F Am
C F Am
[Verse 1]
C F Am
Every morning, fighting through a coma
C F Am
Each affliction carries its misnomer
C F Am F
Trucks roll loud into the port
C F Am F
They go where I could never know
[Verse 2]
C F Am
My toes are freezing, cold cuts through the Persian
C F Am
Rug I've stolen, Dad thinks that I've borrowed
C F Am F
He gives more than I can pay back
C F Am F
Twenty-two, I'll never pay him back
[Chorus]
C F
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
C
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
F
It's winter, south of the river without a job
C
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
[Instrumental]
C F
[Instrumental II]
C
[Verse 2]
C F Am
Empty bottles, if not for the burnt butts
C F Am
Falling over, wind in from the coast cuts
C F Am F
Hard and sharp, messes up my hair
C F Am F
Leaves fall, peppering the air
[Chorus]
C F
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
C
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
F
It's winter, south of the river without a job
C
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
F
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
[Instrumental Break]
C F Am
C F Am
Am Am Am
[Chorus]
C F
Oh, ashtray sitting on the table filled with dead moths
C
Floating in the rainwater with pill bags
F
It's winter, south of the river without a job
C
Oh, I don't see it getting any better
