Broods - Eyes a mess

^Dm So t^Fhis is the end of the sto^A#ry ^Dm Every^Fthing we had, everyt^A#hing we did Is buried in d^Dmust And this d^Fust is all that's l^A#eft of us

^Dm But on^Fly a few ever worr^A#ied Though the si^Dmgns were clear, we had ^Fno idea You j^A#ust get used to living in fear or giv^Dme up When you can^F't even picture the f^A#uture, the future

^Dm So^Fme people offered up a^A#nswers ^Dm We m^Fade out like we heard, they were on^A#ly words And didn't add ^Dmup to a ch^Fange in the way we were liv^A#ing And the saddest th^Dming was, a^Fll of it could have been av^A#oided

But it was like to st^Dmop consuming's to St^Fop being human and wh^A#y'd I make the change if you won't We're one and the ^Dmsame, just s^Ftaying afloat for the mom^A#ent

^Dm Your heart's a m^Fess ^A# You won't admit to it, ^{Dm F} it makes no s^A#ense ^Dm Your heart's a m^Fess ^A# You won't admit to it, ^{Dm F} it makes no se^A#nse

But I'm desperate to con^Dmnect ^{F A# A#} Dm F Y^A#ou can't live like this

And y^A#ou can't live like this