The Hotelier - Your deep rest

^Cmaj7So, while you’re fi^Gxing up your ^Cmaj7bed And while ^Gyou’re organizing dr^Cmaj7awers, Could you just l^Gisten to the pro^Fblems had with ^Dproblems of yours.^Cmaj7 And what’s that n^Gote you’re writing t^Cmaj7here? Why are you g^Giving me this b^Cmaj7ack? This was a gift f^Grom when we ^Fmet back when you w^Deren’t so upset.” ^G

^GI called in ^Emsick from your ^Cfuneral. ^GThe sight of your^Em body made me feel u^Cncomfortable. I couldn’t ^Grecognize your ^Emshell. ^{F D}

^Cmaj7Your branching o^Gff had met an ^Cmaj7end From all the w^Geight that made you ^Cmaj7bend. And when you t^Gried to shed your l^Feaves you pined for w^Darmth as they said ^Cmaj7 “Your lack of ^Glove for your dear s^Cmaj7elf is sapping ^Gall of us here ^Cmaj7out. Trace your ^Groots back to the g^Fround work out the ^Dknotholes for yourself.” ^G

^GI called in ^Emsick from your f^Cuneral. ^GThe sight of your ^Emfamily made me feel re^Csponsible. and I ^Gfound the notes you left be^Emhind; little ^Ghints and helpless cries, desperate ^Gwish^Eming to be ^Cover.

^Cmaj7You said you’re t^Grapped in your ^Embody and getting ^Cmaj7deeper every day. They diag^Gnosed you born that ^Emway. They say in ^Cmaj7runs in your family. A conscious erasure of working ^Gclass background where desp^Emair trickles down imbalanced ^Cmaj7chemical crutch. Open up. Swallow down. You said “r^Gemember me for^Em me. I need to ^Cset my spirit free.”

^GI called in ^Emsick from your f^Cuneral. (I called in sick! I called in sick!^G) Tradition of cl^Emosure nearly felt im^Cpossible. I should have never gave my ^Gword to you; not a ^Dcry not a sound. Might have lea^Crned how to swim, never taught how to drown, you said “r^Gemember me for ^Emme”. I watched you ^Cmaj7set your spirit free