The Airborne Toxic Event - The graveyard near the house

The other d^D#ay, when we were walking by the grave^A#yard near the house, you asked me i^D#f I thought we would ever di^Cme. And if li^D#fe and love both fade so pred^A#ictably, we've made ourselves a ki^D#nd of predictable lif^Cme.

And so I pic^D#tured us like corpses, lying si^A#de by side in pieces, in some da^D#rk and lonely bl^Cmood under a bow. We^D# looked so silly there, all decomposed, half tur^A#ned to dust, in tattered clothes, but we prob^Cmably look just as silly now.

Bye bye bye b^D#ye, bye bye to all this dog^A#ged innocence. I cant prete^D#nd that I can tell you what is go^A#ing to happen next, or how to ^Cmbe. But you have ^D#no ^A#/Didea a^Cmbout^A# me^G#, do yo^D#u?

And it le^D#ft me to wonder if people will ev^A#er know each other by just stum^D#bling around like strangers in the da^Cmrk. 'Cause somet^D#imes you seem so strange to me, I m^A#ust seem strange to you. We're like two act^D#ors playing our pa^Cmrts. Did you mem^D#orize your lines? 'Cause I did. Here's the par^A#t where I get so mad, I t^D#ell you I cant forget the pa^Cmst. You get so qui^D#et now, and you seem, somehow, like a lo^A#st and lonely child. And you just ho^D#pe that the moment wont l^Cmast.

Bye bye bye b^D#ye, bye bye to all this dog^A#ged innocence. I cant prete^D#nd that I can tell you what is go^A#ing to happen next, or how to b^Cme. But you have ^D#no ^A#/Didea ^Cmabo^A#ut ^G#me, you have ^D#no ^A#/Didea ^Cmabo^A#ut ^G#me, do yo^D#u?

So there's al^D#ways a way aro^Cmund. There's some^D#thing tying our feet to the gr^Cmound. A moment pa^A#ssed, we hate how it sou^Cmnds.

And it s^D#eems a ^A#/Dlittle l^Cmess ^A#profo^G#und. Like we're a^D#ll ^A#/Dgoing the ^Cmsame w^A#ay d^G#own. Yeah we're a^D#ll g^A#/Doing the ^Cmsame w^A#ay do^G#wn. I'm just try^D#ing^A#/D to w^Cmrite it ^A#all d^G#own.

'Cause I write so^D#ngs, and you write lett^A#ers. We are tie^Cmd like two, in te^A#thers. And we ta^D#lk and read, and laug^A#h and sleep, at nigh^Cmt in bed, tog^A#ether. And you wa^D#ke in tears sometim^A#es, I can see ^Cmthe thoughts flash across your e^A#yes. They say "^D#;Darling, will you ^A#be kind? Will you be a good ^Cmman, and stay be^A#hind if I get ol^Cmd?"

And then the let^D#ters all pass thr^A#ough my head, with the wor^D#ds that I^A#/D was t^Cmold. About the fa^D#ding flesh of lif^A#e and love, the fa^D#ilures o^A#/Df the b^Cmold. I can li^D#st each crippling fe^A#ar like I'm read^D#ing fr^A#/Dom a w^Cmill. And I'll d^D#efy ^A#/Devery^Cmone and l^A#ove you st^G#ill. I will car^D#ry ^A#/Dyou with ^Cmme up e^A#very h^G#ill. If you d^Cmie before I d^A#/Die, I'll carve your n^D#ame out ^A#/Dof the s^Cmky. I'll f^Cmall asleep with your m^A#/Demory and dr^D#eam of w^A#/Dhere you l^Cmie.

It maybe bet^D#ter to move ^A#on, and to let l^Cmife just carry ^A#on. And I may be w^Cmrong. But still, I'll t^D#ry. 'Cause it's be^Cmtter to l^A#/Dove whether you wi^D#n or ^A#/Dlose or ^Cmdie. Yeah, It's be^Cmtter to l^A#/Dove whether you w^D#in or ^A#/Dlose or ^Cmdie. It's b^Cmetter to ^A#/Dlove, and I will l^D#ove you '^A#/Dtil I di^Cme. ^D#