Two Gallants - Damnatio memoriae

Well, its j^Cust the fault of circumstance, The ^Fgame of youth, the threat of chance. And ^CI cant seem to f^Gind another w^Cay, To ^Cjustify my loss of words, But ^Fsome day, they say Ill be cured, But, ^Cbe assured Ill ^Galways be this ^Cway. And ^Fwe all suffer ^Gguilt and shame, ^FIn the frame of ^Cskin and bones, ^FLittle one, youre ^Cnot alone, ^EmI think its time you ^Fstepped out of the ^Cshade, But ^Fwho among your ^Gchosen ones, ^FAm I to be so ^Cbold? ^FTo the one who cant be ^Ctold? ^EmNo dont, believe, ^Fa single thing I ^Csay.

^CBut I recall that night right well, We ^Fstood the streets while darkness fell, Said, ^Cyou could tell I ^Ghad something to ^Csay. ^CWell I tried to leave but you said no, ^FThat eventually we all must go, ^Cso we search the town to ^Gfind out why we ^Cstay. ^FAnd now the days are ^Ggrowing thin, ^FAnd the leaves litter the ^Cstreets, ^FAnd the fog infests my ^Csheets, ^EmAnd we are each to scared ^Fto even greet the ^Cday, ^FAnd all those reso^Glutions ^Funfulfilled,I will ^Csoon repeat, ^Fcant escape my own d^Ceceit, ^EmOh, I do intend to ^Fmeet myself ^Csomeday.

^CAnd it sickens me to see you now, ^FWith your pursed lips and your purchase crowd, ^CSpouting out ^Gself-evidence as ^Cproof, ^CBut you are virtue, you are why, ^FMothers weep and young men die, ^CFor just the sight ^Gof the pyrite of your ^Ctomb, ^FBut what shames me the ^Gmost my dear, ^FIs the hate you left be^Chind, ^FIn the shallows of my ^Cmind, ^EmAnd the cold out lines, ^FWhere once you used to ^Clay, ^FSo Ill pour out this ^Gparting glass, ^FAnd attempt to wash my ^Chands, ^FOf what your memory de^Cmands, ^EmNo, I never planned for t^Fhings to end this ^Cway.