The First Hit

Christ on the cross, no more room, just slide off
Meet on the wire, no more lines, can't climb higher
G                                        A
So from your new plateau you writhe and wait,
                                  G
For something real to shake your bones,
                        A
To turn you back into a person

You sublet the space, cut your costs, flipped off fate
And watched while she packed, cried and cried, but no come back
G                                      A
You figured you could sit around and wait,
                                G
For love this real to just pop up,
A
To fall from trees, to ride on rainstorms
Chorus
G                 D       G                Bm     A
Convinced it was worth it, you swore it was worth it
G                 D                  A
You said it was worth it through the first hit
Em         D                   Bm     A
But back amongst the dirt and spent grass
Em         D               Bm      A
The empty coffee cups, the green glass
Em            D            Bm     A
The basement brokering and side bets
Em            D          Bm     A
The puzzle pieces in the tool shed
G                       D
I think you can build it,
G               Bm     A
I think you can build it
G               D              A
I know you can build it cause I built it
G                 D       G                Bm     A
Convinced it was worth it, you swore it was worth it
G                 D                  A
You said it was worth it through the first hit
G                  D
Back before you moved so fast
G                           Bm        A
And traced your veins with splintered glass
G                      D         A
Your lazy eyes aligned to find a purpose, a purpose

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