redwoods

Capo 1

V - FC, C - FAmG, B - FCAmG

downing advil with stale coffee

like it will put me back in my own body

soft as silence, this reminiscing

will live out it’s days underneath my skin

haemophilic brand of pining

the “just in case” of leaving old wounds open

acquiescent, watching ink bleed

my wednesday evening’s not sitting beside me

there’s this boy i used to know

all crooked smiles and collar bones

my best friend, my boy next door

i could paint him with my eyes closed

there was almost someone a new horizon

but he’s not sleeping in my city these days

so the tux and i will watch by the window

until january brings him home to me

but there’s this boy i used to know

all crooked smiles and collar bones

my best friend, my boy next door

i could paint him with my eyes closed

and i’ll be fine without him

but all i ever do is write about him

and, just between us kids,

these things eat at your bones

i watched our paper plane love burn like

the redwoods of the west coast

but i stayed just in case

the smoke led him my way

asynchronous healing

and all of the things we don’t talk about

i’m sick of this feeling

that’s just been dancing on my chest claws out

because in my head he’s still golden

but all his apathy’s ruining

my fanciful recount of what it was

and it shouldn’t matter

it shouldn’t matter…

but it does.

downing advil with stale coffee

like it will put me back in my own body