Buried

Am
  You see the world through a strained window
Am
Or maybe I just don't see at all
         G                                                   Em
It never makes any sense when you choose not to use your head
Am
You believe that your heart will lead to reality
        G                                                      Em
We give in every time, weave the rope and you've tied our hands
Am                                                Em      G    Em G
I've always watched you fall, I'm too far to even crawl behind
Am
You think there's nothing above you, just a sky of lies
            Em                 G Em
You don't believe in blue skies


[Chorus]
       F                          Am
So you bury yourself, there's a shovel by your side
    F                     Am
You bury yourself even further every time
    F                           Am
You bury yourself, there's a shovel by your side
         D            Em
Seems to be a better comfort


[Verse 2]
Am
I've put my hand up to be on your team
Em
Racing mind, sideline smile for your needs
Am
I've tried to refrain but watching you
G                               Em              F
Walk through that fire is a burden that I can't carry

[Chorus]
       F                          Am
So you bury yourself, there's a shovel by your side
    F                     Am
You bury yourself even further every time
    F                           Am
You bury yourself, there's a shovel by your side
         D            Em            Am
Seems to be a better comfort than a mother's eyes


[Bridge]
Am      Em         G    Am
I don't understand how, what happened to your esteem
Am                      G
You're so beautiful to me


[Chorus]
       F                          Am
So you bury yourself, there's that shovel by your side
    F                     Am
You bury yourself even further every time
    F                           Am
You bury yourself, with that shovel by your side
         D            Em
Seems to be a better comfort
   F                                 Am
So now we don't talk but your name's still on my shoulder
               F                            Am
And now you've learned to eat lies and spit out what's inside
F                                 Am
Somehow in this life there's a shovel growing older
         D            Em               F           G
Seems to be a better comfort, seems to be a better comfort
          Am           F G
Than your mothers eyes