The Calendar Hung Itself

                 F#m
Does he kiss your eyelids in the 
morning
when you start to raise your head?
           C#
And does he sing to you incessantly
from the place between your bed and 
wall?
       F#m
Does he walk around all day at 
school
with his feet inside your shoes?
       C#
Looking down every few steps
to pretend he walks with you?
       F#m
Does he know that place below your 
neck
that is your favorite to be touched?
           C#
And does he cry through broken 
sentences
like "I love you far too much"?

Bm          E          A        
Does he lay awake listening to 
    D
your breath?
Bm           E             A    
Worried that you smoke too many 
    D
cigarettes?
     E                 F#m
Is he coughing now on a bathroom 
floor?
         E                         
For every speck of tile there are a
F#m
 thousand more
              E
That you won't ever see
        A    E      D      
But must hold inside yourself 
   E      F#m C# F# C#
eternally

           F#m
I drug your ghost across the country
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and we plotted out my death
        C#
In every city, memories would 
whisper
"Here is where you rest"
       F#m
I was determined in Chicago
But I dug my teeth into my knees
     C#
And I settled for a telephone
Sang into your machine
F#m
"You are my sunshine,
        C#
My only sunshine.
F#m
You are my sunshine
        C#
My only sunshine"

Bm E A D
Bm E A D
E F#
E F#
E A E D E

 F#m
I kissed a girl with a broken jaw
That her father gave to her
            C#
She had eyes bright enough to burn 
me
They reminded me of yours
        F#m
And in a story told she was a little
 girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised field
              C#
And there were rows of ripe tomatoes
Where a secret was concealed
      F#m
And it rose like thunder
                 C#
Clapped under our hands
      F#m
And it stretched for centuries
                  C#
To a diary entry's end where I wrote
F#m
"You make me happy (WHAT?)
                   C#
When the skies are gray
F#m
You make me happy (WHAT?)
               C#
When skies are gray and gray and 
gray"

         Bm              E    
Well the clock's heart it hangs 
        A        D
inside its open chest
          Bm                    
With hands stretched towards the 
E        A         D
calendar hanging itself
     E                       F#m
But I will not weep for those dying 
days
           E                       
For all the ones who've left there 
     F#m
are a few that stayed
        E                 A       
And they found me here and pulled 
  E        D
me from the grass
     E       F#m E F#m E...
Where I was laid