Julien Baker - Funeral pyre

I ^Cwake up with the same pain every night ^AmDigging a h^Fatchet int^Co my left ^Gside ^CClearing my chest of something to burn ^AmAsh for a ^Fdecorative ^Curn you ^Gkeep in your ^Fmantelpiece; Like a ^Ftrophy for everything ^C That ^Cwithers e^Emventually ^{C Em}

^AmCall me a co^Gward, but I'm too^C scared to ^Fleave 'cause^Am I want you ^Gto be the last th^Cing I see, ^Foh come on ^AmCall me a co^Gward, but I'm too^C scared to ^Fleave Watched you ^Ampouring ^Glighter fluid ^Cout onto the ^Fleaves

An^Cd I would've loved you with the^C dying fire Let you smother me ^Emdown to the embers Frostbite turning my ^Amlimbs as ^Fblack as ^Ccinder of f^Guneral p^Fyre

And ^CI would have stayed if you asked me to Stood outside till my ^Emlips turn blue I ^Emwouldn't have blamed you For ^Amleaving me ^Fthere on the p^Corch while you ^Gdrank gaso^Fline ^F'cause it's what you needed so bad

And it's ^Ctrue It's nothing that ^Emwe could do ^{Am F C G F}