The Hotelier - An ode to the nite ratz club

took away all of the ^Bmmystery and ad^Aventure from the ^Dmaj7/Bwalk to your house in the dark, so that we could stay out all ^Bmnight long and be ^Aking of all the ^Dmaj7/Broads, and the woods, and the lake, or anything we ^Bmchose, because ^Aeverything was ^Dours. And we would spraypaint '^BmNRC' so that e^Averyone would ^Dknow.

^Dmaj7/BWe would break into the factory. Our ^Dchildhood autonomy had ^F#mno respect for authority, or ^Eproperty, or your asshole neighbors' com^Dmaj7/Bplaints. I still have all the ^Dkeys to the forklifts that we ^F#mnever got a chance to drive ar^Eound or tear the building down ourselves.

^Dmaj7/BFrom the top of the water tower, ^D we spilled our guts on one anothe^F#mr, and we compiled them together, ^Eand we all shared the same ^Dmaj7/Bheart. And we hated all con^Dstruction, but we loved all their mac^F#mhines, and they hated our des^Etruction, and we picked their locks ^Bmapart. And we ^Athought we were damn cle^Dver, because they never kept us out,^Bm and we ^Athought we'd live fo^Drever. Until the night when ^Dmaj7/Bit got way too serious, and yo^Du showed me your damaged wrists, and ^F#myou broke down and we embraced and ^Enothing at that time meant more to me. ^Dmaj7/BAnd if I had only known that it^D would be the last time, ^F#mwe'd be on that level with one anot^Eher I would have never let you go.

^Dmaj7/BI still walk those paths at night, but ^Dnow just on my own. I re^F#mcite to myself every story in ^Ehopes that I will never let them go. ^Dmaj7/BI'll hold on to ev^Dery polaroid from France and R^F#mome, and remember the nights at the ^EAlamo as if it were my second home. ^Dmaj7/BAnd I know that we had no^D idea what we were doing, but an ^F#martist's first work can be his greatest ^Eunder a different set of lenses. ^Dmaj7/BOur ideas of staying close toge^Dther for all time; ^F#mI wish I still had that same state of ^Emind.