Written by Stefan Babcock/Nestor Chumak/Zack Mykula/Steve Sladkowski
( E A E A ) ( C#m B A )Verse 1:
E A E Up on Scorpion Hill watching life A B Passing me by in the pale moonlight E And I sat there forever A C#m Three sheets to the wind B It's not helping my case The state that I'm in A E But it's not how they told you A E My intentions were good A I was just bursting apart E Like the end of the ark C#m F#m A Holding on to whatever I could( E B C#m A ) ( E B C#m ) ( A E B )Verse 2:
E A square of light moves B A Its way through the empty room E F#m Across the stained yellow carpet E B A Like a ghost of myself in the afternoon C Haunting my basement apartment B C I looked in to the mirror C#m A Hanging behind my door B The glass was cracked C And the man staring back C#m A He don't look like me anymore B And if the world is gonna burn C Everyone should get A turn to light it up( E A E A ) ( C#m B A )C#m A E B C#m A E B Down and out, I've been on the rocks C#m A E A F#m I've been having some pretty dark thoughts B Cm Yeah, I like them a lot( E B )Verse 2:
E B Time and time again, well I've tried A And failed to get my act together E Abm And I'll admit lately things A Really went off the rails C I know that you deserve better B C But in the morning, as I was boarding C#m A The commuter train to work B The boss was calling, he said C "There's been cutbacks and C#m A I'm sorry you're the first" B And If I can't support the two of us Cm How can I support a third?C#m A E B C#m A E B Down and out, I've been on the rocks C#m A E A F#m I've been having some pretty dark thoughtsBridge:
B And I'm on the brink E Falling deep into debt A Falling deep into drink F#m I can drown those regrets B I don't have to think A E Now I'm working the night shift A E Asleep at the wheel A E I was bursting apart like a flame from a spark C#m F#m Thinkin' "Jesus, this can't be for real"Solo E B C#m A E B C#m A E B C#m A E B C#m AVerse 3:
A E My sweat-soaked mattress A E Corner of the room A E Cigarettes and matches C#m F#m In the fading afternoon A And a picture of my kid Yeah, he's smiling E It's the first day of schoolF#m B She said, "I found the gun E It was buried beneath A Piles of clothes in the room F#m Where your son sleeps B And I can't pretend E To know how this will end"
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