Silverstein - Brookfield

^G A twenty-six ounce p^Bmromise The bottle still lays t^Ghere We'll make a right on B^Bmrookfield Never took anyone else h^Gere The days I sit for h^Bmours This night I tried to t^Ghrow these rocks into This d^Dirty lake that's home

^Em You standing in my b^Gackyard Your hands up in the a^Emir Calling out my n^Game one hundred times but I'm not t^Emhere I think you telling s^Gecrets To people who don't c^Emare enough to know ^DWhy I'm so scared

^G I'll just sit in s^Bmilence Waves the only s^Gounds A sailboat div^Bmide the clouds that cover this whole t^Gown So if it really makes no d^Bmifference I'll just see you ar^Gound And if it doesn't m^Datter I'll stay here til the sun goes d^Emown

I'm standing in your f^Gront yard My hands aren't in the a^Emir And I don't say a w^Gord you know exactly why I'm h^Emere A twenty-six ounce pr^Gomise The bottle still lays t^Emhere So bury me on B^Drookfield and then I won't be sc^Gared