Waxahatchee - 365

^C365 days Tell me you’re a wounded soldier ^Am Ya ain’t had much luck but grace is In the eye of the beholder ^F And I had my own ideas but I carried you on my should^Gers, anyways

I ^Cstop picking up all your phone calls Yake a shot at decency ^Am If I heard your voice on the other line Unceremoniously ^F The shadows of a lie or A state of emergency I’ve^G been run down

^CI catch your poison arrow I catch your same disease ^Am Bow like a weeping willow Buckling at the kne^Fes Begging you ^Gplease

If you ^Cfly up beyond the c^Amosmos It’s a ^Flong way to fall back ^Gdown You always ^Cgo about this the ^Amwrong way And I’m too ^Fweak to just let you ^Gdrown

So when you ^Ckill, I kill And when you ^Amache, I ache And we both ^Fhaunt this old lifeless ^Gtown And when you ^Cfail, I fail When you ^Amfly, I fly And its a ^Flong way to come back ^Gdown

^C365 days Tell me I’m your lucky charm ^Am We defy gravity again Somehow make it out unharmed ^F And I have my thoughts about it but I carry you in my arm^Gs, anyways