4 acessos
A D
Half a year and here you are again
A E
I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
A D
I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks
A E A
Like you, like us, like me
A D
Half a year again, now it's a whole
A E
February stationary from you on the wall
A D
And I sit home and plead the throne to speak, to speak, to me, to me,
E D A
To me, hasn't said a single thing
A D
You're probably too busy with your work
A E
Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?
A C
There's nothing in these wooden drawers to bring you back, or to keep me bored
A E D A
I don't know what to do with me no more
F#m E D A
Dear everyone I ever really knew
F#m E D A
I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you
F#m E D A
Ended up abusing even those I thought immune
D A D
I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move
A D A
Dear everybody that has paid to see my band
A D E
It's still confusing, we'll never understand
A D A
I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn
F#m E D A
But I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt
F#m E D A
I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt