Gifts

D                                 A
Wake up, coughing, tired, with my face in my hands,
  Bm                          F#m             G
staring at the window as the sunlight demands action.
                  D                    A
All the energy it takes to close these bedroom blinds.
D                               A
Wrote this selfish sadness on a bathroom wall,
      Bm                                   F#m
spent half the span of some lost culture’s rise and fall,
    G               D             A
but I’m as clueless as a drooling four year old.
E|------------------| 
B|------------------| 
G|------------------| 
D|------------------| 
A|-5---4-0-5---4-0--| 
E|------------------| 

[Pre-Chorus]

Bm           G               A
Still hoping I might find the capacity
Bm            G                  A
   to let you know I know you’re lonely.


[Chorus]
E|---5-------5--------5------| 
B|-----7-------7-------7-----| 
G|-------7--6-----6-7----7---| 
D|-0-------------------------| 
A|---------------------------| 
E|---------------------------| 

So here’s the last call for regrets,
E|---5----------------| 
B|-----5-------8-8-8--| 


a final slow dance through
E|----------------| 
B|----------------| 
G|------0---2-2-2-| 
D|----4---4-2-2-2-| 
A|--5-------2-2-2-| 
E|----------------| 

the days that we all hold on to.

[Repeat chorus]

Here’s the promises I’ve made, tied too tight to undo.

An unwrapped gift from me to you.


[Verse]

D                              A
All the slightly insane on the 18 North Main,
Bm                           F#m
   reaching for a small-town downtown, night rain,
G                            D             A
nothing I could say could be worth saying anyway today.
D                               A
Like “Hey, whatever happened to what’s that guys’ name?”,
    Bm                       F#m                G
we get a little older and it looks the same: askance.
           D               A
Excuse my failing sense of humour.
E|------------------| 
B|------------------| 
G|------------------| 
D|------------------| 
A|-5---4-0-5---4-0--| 
E|------------------| 

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]
   D          A               Bm
So here’s the last call for regrets,
  F#m              G
A final slow dance through
                     D           A
The days that we all hold on to.
D          A             Bm
Here's the promises I've made;
  F#m                  G
A razor blade and this broken piece of chain.

A history left to rust out in the rain.


Then last part (after the bass) goes like this:

D A Bm F#m G F#m G A (x2)

[Outro]
E|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 
B|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 


G|-11-11-11-11-9-9-9-9-11-11-11-11-9-9-9-9-9-11-12-12-12-9-11-12-12-11-11-|
D|--0--0--0--0-0-0-0-0--0--0--0--0-0-0-0-0-0--0--0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0-| 
A|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 

E|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 
B|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 


G|-11-11-11-11-9-9-9-9-11-11-11-11-9-9-9-9-9-11-12-12-12-9-11-12-12-11-11-|
D|--0--0--0--0-0-0-0-0--0--0--0--0-0-0-0-0-0--0--0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0-| 
A|------------------------------------------------------------------------| 
E|------------------------------------------------------------------------|