John K. Samson - Virtute at rest

^F#Now that the t^C#reatment and ^F#anti-dep^C#ressants and ^F#seven months s^C#ober have ^Bbmbuilt me a ^G#bed in the ^F#back of your b^C#rain, where the ^F#memories f^C#licker, and I ^F#paw at the ^C#synapses, ^Bbmbright bits of ^G#string you should k^F#now I am ^C#with you. ^F#Know I for^C#give you. ^F#Know I am p^C#roud of the ^Bbmsteps that you’ve ^G#made. ^F#Know it will n^C#ever be ^F#easy or s^C#imple. ^F#Know I will ^C#dig in my ^Bbmclaws when you s^G#tray. So let us ^F#rest here, like we ^C#used to, in a ^C#line of late-^G#afternoon ^F#sun. Let it ^F#rest— all you ^C#can’t change. ^C# Let it ^G#rest and be ^C#done.