Fresh Concrete

F      C
 Ba-ba, ba-ba
F      C
 Ba-ba, ba-ba
F      C
 Ba-ba, ba-ba

Dm7                        C
I look in the mirror at a person I'm not sure I know
Dm                            C
Red cheeks, bleeding lips and bruises on each elbow
  Dm                                           C
I fall asleep with my eyes wide terrified, you take a photo to remember that night
      Dm                                        C
We're destined to fall in love the same way. I'll bring the papers if you bring the bouquet

Dm7                                 C
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
F                                        C
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming, 'What do you have to be sad about?'
Dm7                                 C
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
F                                     C
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing - what do you have to be sad about?

   Dm7                            C
We could've been a wedding band
Dm7                                      C
Scot takes the brass and Mikey takes the strings
  Dm7                    C
Instead bleed syllabic - pain in every decibel
  Dm7                                   C
Remove cries from your temporal but the weight in chest still stings (Ooh!)

Dm7                                 C
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
F                                        C
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming, 'What do you have to be sad about?'
Dm7                                 C
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
F                                     C
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing - what do you have to be sad about?

Am  G  C  F  C  F

    Am                                        G
You stitch the seams in your cardigan and you call yourself brand new
    C           F                         C            F
But reinvention don't work that way, it's death in the chest
    Am                       G
And you've been searching so many notes in cursive
    C              F               C                  F
And yeah it hasn't worsened, yet solutions feel their furthest

Dm7*                       Dm7* Dm7*                     C
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
F                                        C
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming, 'What do you have to be sad about?'
Dm7                                 C
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
F                                     C
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing - what do you have to be sad about?

Am                                  G
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
C                F                       C                    F
Smash the glass, whisper into screaming, 'What do you have to be sad about?'
Am                                  G
There I was a multitude of feeling, fresh concrete in my mouth
C              F                      C                   F
Didn't realise happy wasn't healing - what do you have to be sad about?

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