Salt

	  		
Verse 1:
  
C  
I pay for my room and I try to forget it  
Bb 
It'd kill me I knew, the memory, if I let it  
F                                                    C  
Hearts don't fly but they can run like hell when they have to  
(C)  
I didn't leave you a note, I didn't leave you a photo  
Bb  
I didn't leave you a chance, but I left you, I guess you know  
F                                                      C          
You're wondering now how long it'll take before I start missing you
  

  
  Bb  
But you ain't worth the time  
Am 
You ain't worth the pain  
G                                          F  
You ain't worth the spit in my mouth when I scream out your name  
 Bb                                       Am 
You ain't worth the life they hand out in a town this small  
G                                            F  
You ain't worth the sound of the TV from the room down the hall  
              C  
Or my weight in salt  


Verse 2:
  
(C)                             
Six years of crying, that's all that you gave me  
Bb 
Not one more thing, not even a baby  
F                                                      C  
We were close one time but I guess God is smarter than I am  
(C)  
You broke every promise, you broke every whisper  
Bb 
You broke every vow the moment you kissed her  
F                                             C    
And you never thought twice, you never gave a damn  

  
Bb 
But you ain't worth the time  
Am  
You ain't worth the pain  
G                                          F  
You ain't worth the spit in my mouth when I scream out your name  
Bb                                        Am 
You ain't worth the life they hand out in a town this small  
G                                            F  
You ain't worth the sound of the TV from the room down the hall  
              C  
Or my weight in salt 
 

Bridge:
  
G  
All of the salt, gathered from tears  
F  
Carefully collected from journals and prayers  
C                      G                                              Am F C  
It'd take you a month of Sundays to lift with a spoon  
          Am   F  C  
To pour on the wound  

  
 Bb  
But you ain't worth the time  
Am  
You ain't worth the pain  
G                                           F  
You ain't worth the spit in my mouth when I scream out your name  
Bb                                         Am  
You ain't worth the cost to repair the hole in the kitchen drywall  
G                                            F  
You ain't worth the good advice written on a dirty bathroom stall  
              C  
Or my weight in salt 
 

OUTRO:  

C  
I paid for my room and I tried to forget it  
Bb 
It'd kill me I knew, the memory, if I let it  
F                                                    C  
Hearts don't fly but they can run like hell when they have to