Chorus:
Ab
What I say, what I've said to you
     Bb
Is a shock to me, 'cause it's shining new
    Ab
The clock gets tired, and the city blue
    Fm7                              Eb
But they're not the ones dragging me down like they used to

Verse 1:
    Bb
You stood on the inside of your foot
                      Ab
And thought you maybe could
Ab
Imagine what I'd say to you
   Bb
No good, a snap, a wooden cue
                     Ab
You had this look to you
Ab
Like someone who liked to know

Pre-chorus:
Fm7
 What I'd say to anyone
                   Cm7
What I'd say to anyone
      Bb
What I'd
Fm7
What I'd say to anyone
                   Cm7
What I'd say to anyone
      Bb
What I'd

Chorus:
Ab
What I say, what I've said to you
     Bb
Is a shock to me, 'cause it's shining new
    Ab
The clock gets tired, and the city blue
    Fm7                              Eb
But they're not the ones dragging me down like they used to
Ab
What's this pain like a pillowed edge?
       Bb
Like a quick-spread stain, is it me who bled?
    Ab
And every chain, every word I've said
Fm7                             Eb
Why's it every start hurts just like an end?

Verse 2:
  Bb
A year, they sink a rusted pier
                 Ab
I stare into the green
Ab
Of Jersey when it looks gray
 Bb
Okay, is that what time becomes?
                   Ab
Can stack it on my thumb
Ab
So easy to wipe away

Pre-chorus:
Fm7
 What I'd say to anyone
                   Cm7
What I'd say to anyone
      Bb
What I'd
Fm7
What I'd say to anyone
                   Cm7
What I'd say to anyone
      Bb
What I'd

Chorus:
Ab
What I say, what I've said to you
     Bb
Is a shock to me, 'cause it's shining new
    Ab
The clock gets tired, and the city blue
    Fm7                              Eb
But they're not the ones dragging me down like they used to
Ab
What's this pain like a pillowed edge?
       Bb
Like a quick-spread stain, is it me who bled?
    Ab
And every chain, every word I've said
Fm7                             Eb
Why's it every start hurts just like an end?

Outro:
   Ab
It feels like a head wound when you utter "quiet"
   Bb
My whole life's so fine tuned
                        Ab
Siphoning life from the wrong place
Ab
To hold and be held in the silence
   Bb
To lie in its wake is a new kind of violence
       Ab
'Cause you are a blunt force, so flawlessly made
   Bb
To bruise me with kindness and drown me with praise
    Ab
And I am the bomb dog, especially trained
        Bb                          Eb
To look for explosions on beautiful days
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