Intro:
D
D E F# Bm
I'm not a whipper in the wind
D E F# Bm
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
D E F# Bm
Escape yells both our names out loud
D E F# Bm
We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out
D E F# Bm X2
I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
Make-up sits on your face like tar
The champagne flutes poorly engineered, employ dixey cups and jars
Bridge:
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D Bm A
Like minds let go of doubt
D Bm G
I watched it blow right out and
D Bm A
We danced on gaffs and graves
D Bm G A
You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape
D E F# Bm
I do not fall to losing face
I dream I dive into something greater, something to take my grief away
Sead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
I fill my jar up to the brim, I am an arid abyss
I'm an arid abyss
End on D