Soil

       C
And I can't decipher where my body ends and the soil begins
        F
I will not be
C                                                          F
Anymore significant than the stray dogs scuttling about, above me
     C
Yeah I remember mornings couldn't get it started
Friday nights spent alone in my apartment
F
I recall the tears shed and running through the forest
Still keep an Ativan in the glove compartment
         Am
Snow it falls
And I don't know when you'll see my face again
                G                          Am
And whether or not my eternal spring will have sprung again by then
    G
But I can feel it coming, goddamnit

C
Piecin' is a muscle at the bottom of an avalanche
                                           F
Building it up just to feel my legs swept out again
C
Twisted and mangled scar tissue where my spirit was
                                           F
Eyes crusted shut but I can feel them open up again
               Am
Some mornings wake up running I don't know what from
                                   G
I can feel it in my bones, light glowing from my gut
          Am
And it's swept out from under, nothing can be done
                                        G
One moment hands come over mouth next moments hands can't lift up

C
Steal a hundred dollars, nickles, dimes, and quarters
Lifted up and spread across the Atlantic
F
Somehow found the shore and placed in loving pockets
Some stay sunken underneath the Titanic
          C
Snow it falls
I can't say you're a friend when
             F
I'll find a home in my own skin again
                             C
But I can feel it coming goddamnit

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