Mount Eerie - Widows

^G#mIt's almost ^AMother's Day ^EMe and the other ^G#widows will ^F#mcommiserate ^C#mAlone at Montessori again^{A E G#m}Straddling two ^F#mworlds Betwe^C#men the^G#m crush of single^A parenting And the ^Eneed for wailing in the woods ^F#mAround a slash pile burning ^C#Into the nigh^G#t with ^F#mtear crusted eyes E F#m

^C#mI know I'm overcompensating ^A In this ^EPTS^G#D disorient^F#m7ation From my ^C#m7brief time in the ^G#mrich part of the ci^Aty Now my h^Eands stink like s^G#malmon skin ^F#mLeft out in the rain in the ash Of the ^C#5fire from last night ^G#5 I haven't b^F#m5athed in a while And no one's ne^Ear me

(If ^G#mthere's sig^F#mnificance in where you live ^C#mLet it all go^G#m and follow l^F#move and intuition) Today the t^Eabloids told the ^G#mworld you separ^F#mated me

My ^C#mphone began d^G#minging more than ^Ausual (In the open sky) It was just like the ^Eday they found out^G#m that we'd gotten ^F#mmarried

Un^C#mwanted atten^Btion From an i^Anhumane delirious ^Eabsurd other world t^G#hat keeps trying to ^F#meat you

[^AVerse 4: Phil Elverum & Julie Doiron] I woke up qui^C#mvering, r^G#m7aw, and heart^Abroken again Took my d^Eaughter to the g^G#marbage dump And ^F#mrifled through the free pile And stood ^C#mnext to the pit ^G#m The ^Acrows and ravens circling ^Espoke to u^G#ms And we spoke ^F#mback to them ^{C#m G#m} But n^Aothing is real Except this on^Ee thing ^{G#m F#m}

^C#mPlease remembe^Br at the ^Abookstore in the poetry corner ^C#mupstairs ^B I slept with my ^Ahead on your lap