Shit Luck

  Db
I cried and I sang
      F                Bbm      Gb
for the loss of my only father (my father, my father)
  Db              F
I categorized my emotions into lines
  Bbm               Gb
on a black piece of paper
  Db
I prayed to a god
      F       Bbm     Gb
who's never answered (no answer, no answer)
  Db             F     Bbm     Gb                    Db F Bbm Gb
to dry the tears of my mother (my mother, my mother)

Db
Misplacin' the failed
              F
acceptance of myself into others
Bbm
I'm feelin' the guilt
         Gb
of being selfish too selfish
Db
too tired for that compromise
         F
so I'll drown my confusion
     Bbm
in a bottle of poison
       Gb                  Ab
for my thoughts to just stop
                                   Db F Bbm Gb
and I'll pick it up in the morning

Ab
I'll spend my time waitin'
         F
for that train to arrive
    Bbm
I'm tunin' that note
        Gb
just to pass the time
     Ebm
this shit luck won't last too long
         Ab
but it's up to me
                      Db F Bbm Gb
to kick it up a notch

   Db
I'm scatchin' deep
        F          Bbm
in this monotone beat
                           Gb
this paper thin pallette
                    Db
laid so meticulously
                     F
to see a stretch of red
                     Bbm    Gb
down my grey tainted neck
         Db
and I keep searchin' for that answer
    F             Bbm   Gb
of why I keep breathing
Db
when those consequences
                 F
make my core rot so seamlessly
    Bbm              Gb
with that unfailing tide
Db
of drownin' days blacked out nights
Bbm
suffocating lungs
Gb                    Db F Bbm Gb
and ill fated strides

Ab
I'll spend my time waitin'
         F
for that train to arrive
    Bbm
I'm tunin' that note
        Gb
just to pass the time
     Ebm
this shit luck won't last too long
         Ab
but it's up to me
                      Db F Bbm Gb
to kick it up a notch

Db
So baby wipe those virgin tears
F
from your cheek
Bbm
your innocence spent
     Gb
on a liar and a fake
    Db
but deep inside
                   F
that broken tattered corpse you know
Bbm                      Gb
this is not who you were meant to be

Ab
so spend your time waitin'
         F
for that train to arrive
    Bbm
and tune that note
        Gb
till it sounds just right
     Ebm
this shit luck won't last too long
         Ab
but it's up to you
              Ab
to make it stop.

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