Silverstein - Brookfield

^F A twenty-six ounce p^Emromise The bottle still lays t^Fhere We'll make a right on B^Emrookfield Never took anyone else h^Fere The days I sit for h^Emours This night I tried to t^Fhrow these rocks into This d^Girty lake that's home

^Am You standing in my b^Fackyard Your hands up in the a^Amir Calling out my n^Fame one hundred times but I'm not t^Amhere I think you telling s^Fecrets To people who don't c^Amare enough to know ^GWhy I'm so scared

^F I'll just sit in s^Emilence Waves the only s^Founds A sailboat div^Emide the clouds that cover this whole t^Fown So if it really makes no d^Emifference I'll just see you ar^Found And if it doesn't m^Gatter I'll stay here til the sun goes d^Amown

I'm standing in your f^Front yard My hands aren't in the a^Amir And I don't say a w^Ford you know exactly why I'm h^Amere A twenty-six ounce pr^Fomise The bottle still lays t^Amhere So bury me on B^Grookfield and then I won't be sc^Cared