Verse 1:
  Em
I think I've gotten pretty good
   G  
At watering this hollow wood
Cmaj7                      G6
Imagining a tree is gonna rise
    Em
And missing is a funny thing,
G  
Collects itself in annual rings
Cmaj7                                  G6
Believing well that time will make us wise

Pre-chorus:
  Em
But emerging from a fog revealed,
   G  
I'm standing in a logging field
Cmaj7                      G6
and time just made me see what isn't there
    Em
Is someone real if they're unclear?
    G  
Can you be gone? You weren't here
Cmaj7                              G6
Am I allowed to grieve the empty air?

Chorus:
           G6                 C   
And it's a skill I've come to question
        G6                  C   
It is a skill I don't wanna learn
           A               Cmaj7 
Building a future off a suggestion
         G6           Cmaj7 
Basing a life off of a word
         G6           Cmaj7 
Living a life off of a word.

Verse 2:
    Em
I'd say I felt it coming fast,
    G  
but pains of now are always past
    Cmaj7                               G6
and no one can predict the way things fall
    Em
And missing is a boundless trap,
    G  
you learn to love around a gap
      Cmaj7                            G6
still pieces of you live there in the vault.

Pre-chorus:
         Em
But our bodies weren't built for grief,
    G  
all primal screams and quick relief;
      Cmaj7                               G6
we're built to chop the wood and start a fire
    Em
And as I watch the branches catch
     G  
what once was shade, becoming ash
  Cmaj7                      G6
I wonder if I'm also on the pyre.

Chorus:
           G6            C   
And it's a fear I end up living
        G6                 C   
It is a fear I don't wanna earn
           A                   Cmaj7 
You had to go, but I'm the one missing
           G6                  Cmaj7 
You had to go, but I'm the one burned
          G6                  Cmaj7 
I let you go, and I'm the one burned.

Bridge:
A    
Smoke always rises straight from the source
C                   G6
Nothing surprises me anymore
A    
Smoke always latches on to my hair
C                      G6
We are just matches catching on air

Chorus:
              G6                 C   
And there's a field, somewhere within me;
         G6                       C   
An open field where things used to grow
             A                Cmaj7 
Pain I can't take never quite kills me
            G6                      Cmaj7 
It leaves a space, for what I don't know
             G6                     Cmaj7 
It leaves a space, for what I don't know.
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