^Ab You fucked me up and left me ^Ebhanging from the ^Fmbottom rung And ^Abnow my wrists are sore these hands no ^Ebgood for anyone So ^Fmnow I'm trying to^Ab make it through ^Ebmy first ^FmJune wit^Abhout you With^Ebout you^Fm

^Ab I can't feel anything ^Ebpast these broken ^Fmbones ^Ab And this last December only ^Ebmade me feel more a^Fmlone (Don't come home) ^Ab I'm not saying you're ^Ebsomething that's s^Fmtuck in my ^Abhead Cause it takes more than a thorn to ^Ebkeep me ^Fmout of the garden

^Ab I spent three summers here^Eb with my eyes ^Bbopen ^Abwide But now

^Ebcrumbled along ^Bbwith your s^Abpine It's more apathy than ^Ebanything any^Bbmore And ^Abless of where

^Ebfront door Begging that you ^Fmlet me in

^Ab So go cry to your ^Ebfather in ^Fmhopes that I'll ^Abunwrite these songs about ^Ebhis daughter^Bb ^Ab

^Ab I can't feel anything ^Ebpast these broken ^Fmbones ^Ab And this last December only ^Ebmade me feel more a^Fmlone (Don't come home) ^Ab I'm not saying you're ^Ebsomething that's s^Fmtuck in my ^Abhead Cause it takes more than a thorn to ^Ebkeep me ^Fmout of the garden^Ab ^Eb ^Fm ^Ab ^Eb ^Fm

^Ab I don't sleep anymore ^Eb ^FmKnowing you're not getting ^Abmuch On the fourth floor of Townsend^Eb On the ^Fmfourth floor of Townsend (Repeat x4)

^Ab I can't feel anything ^Ebpast these broken ^Fmbones ^Ab And this last December only ^Ebmade me feel more a^Fmlone (Don't come home) ^Ab I'm not saying you're ^Ebsomething that's s^Fmtuck in my ^Abhead Cause it takes more than a thorn to ^Ebkeep me ^Fmout of the garden^Ab(hold)

Knuckle Puck - Townsend