Verse 1:
        B
I'm the tall glass of water you lost in your kitchen
    Gb
I'm casually cruel like a senior prediction
     Ebm7                                        Bmaj7
Most likely to leave at the sign of a fork in the road
           B
You looked just like your father as the news was delivered
      Gb
Cut a hole in my heart that bled into my liver
      Ebm7                                  Bmaj7
I miss being alone when it didn't mean being alone

Verse 2:
       B
And if love was contagious, I might be immune to it
Gb
Pain's like cold water, your brain just gets used to it
  Ebm7                                                Bmaj7
I try to keep swimming and keep Dad's good word in my mouth
             B
Now they're fighting like dogs in the town across the river
        Gb
Over a brand new crosswalk that won't matter come winter
        Ebm7                                           B
And sometimes folks just need something to be angry about
                 Bmaj7
What you angry about?

Chorus:
         Gb
I ain't bitter 'bout much these days
                       Bmaj7           Gb
In some ways, I'm damn lucky to be here
           B                    Gb
Where the miners stayed in the good old days
          Bmaj7                  Gb
Yes, real men used to sleep here
          Ebm7                       Db
By those roadside graves where my friends still lay in
       Bmaj7                Gb
I walk by just to weep here
        Ebm7                  Db
They say killing time ain't a homicide
      Bmaj7
But a prayer for a leap year

Verse 3:
         B
I'm the roach in your drawer, I lived here long before you
         Gb                     Gb
I'm the rumble of war, it gets hard to ignore you
       Ebm7
Well, love, sometimes folks just need something they can scream at
Bmaj7
Scream at
         B
I'm the hills in the distance, you see me, can't be me
     Gb
You need me in half, Lord, I need you completely
   Ebm7                                                    Bmaj7
Oh, sometimes folks just need something they can scream at

Chorus:
         Gb
I ain't bitter 'bout much these days
                       Bmaj7           Gb
In some ways, I'm damn lucky to be here
           B                    Gb
Where the miners stayed in the good old days
          Bmaj7                 Gb
Yes, real men used to sleep here
          Ebm7                      Db
By those roadside graves where my friends still lay in
       Bmaj7                Gb
I walk by just to weep here
        Ebm7                 Db
They say killing time ain't a homicide
       Bmaj7
But a prayer for a leap year
        Ebm7                 Db
They say killing time ain't a homicide
       Bmaj7
But a prayer for a leap year

Outro:
        Gb                     B
I'm on running ground, I'm in Bordertown
       Ebm7                Bmaj7
I'm a college kid with my windows down
        Bmaj7                 Db
I'm an astronaut, you're the moon
           Ebm7           Bmaj7
I stare at you, I sing to you
        Gb                     B
I'm on running ground, I'm in Bordertown
       Ebm7                Db
I'm a college kid with my windows down
        Bmaj7                 Db
I'm an astronaut, you're the moon
          Ebm7             Bmaj7
I sing to you, I scream to you
              Ebm7               Bmaj7
I'll stare at you, I'll sting at you
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