Dispatch - Bullet holes

^D# Black birds^A# and bullet hol^Cmes ^D# Sca^A#ttered acros^Cms the sky I wander These steep hills Into the grey light My fingers collapse around my pen Like soldiers tryin' to hold up the flag I'm callin' out, once again In this ^D#letter to ^A#you my f^Cmriend In this letter to you my friend In this letter to you my friend

^D#And don't ^A#tell me you been ^Cmcomin' up easy Stop, drop, you're life is greasy You used to say that you would come around Oh baby, but you're never here

You ha^D#ve bee^A#n Up abo^Cmve (so high, so high, so high) And lived in the dirt You have felt Some love And you Have been hurt