Julien Baker - Sprained ankle

^DWish I could write songs about anything other than ^Gdeath ^DI can't go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off br^Geaths; Each one so h^E7eavy, each one so ^A7cumbersome Each one a le^Gad weight hanging between my lungs Spilling my ^Dguts Sweat on a microphone, ^Gbreaking my voice When^Dever I'm alone with you, can't talk but ^G"Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay?” ^DShould I go somewhere el^A7se and hide my face? ^E7A sprinter learning to ^Gwait ^GA marathon runner, my ankles are ^Dsprained ^{G G}A marathon runner, my ankles are ^Dsprained