Ribcage

Am
Living in the darkness
G
I wear it like a crown
Am
Oh I've got tough skin
G
Ready for my bow
Am
All I've got is two hands
G
I tied them in the middle
Am
Ready for the red tape
F
Open up my ribcage

Am
I offer souvenirs
C
A deaf tongue and blinded ears
Em
Can you fill the shelves in here
F
Come in, come in

F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F            C               Am 
I don't know how to fill the 
    C
space
    G                     Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage

Am
I want you want to want me like I'm 
all you got
Mama she see it but can't make me 
stop
Telling the truth it might mean you 
keep poking but that didn't hurt
That's my method of coping
Dm
Daughter sees him like that smoke in
 my lungs
Am
What they project on me what I've 
become
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Down on my knees, unsure what to say
No I never learned how to pray

Am
Don't know know who I've been 
fooling
                   C
but you've got me running in circles
 I'm ruined
        Em
Let you inside, opened up all my 
wounds
         F
Taken my ribcage and ripped it in 
two


F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F            C               Am 
I don't know how to fill the 
    C
space
    G                     Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage

Am
Tie it from my tendons
G
Watch how they stretch
Am
Oh I've got the muscle
G
Lord I'm spent
Am
Knocking down my sternum
G
Again, at a young age
Am
Too much space between
F
Open up my ribcage


Am
I offer souvenirs
C
A deaf tongue and blinded ears
Em
Can you fill the shelves in here
F
Come in, come in



F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F            C               Am 
I don't know how to fill the 
    C
space
    G                     Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage


Am
There's impenetrable silence inside 
of my head
There's nothing I can buy when I'm 
practically dead
I get so tired of writing everything
 I should have said
That maybe this time I'll put my pen
 down and just tell you instead
Dm
You see I opened up my ribcage and 
violins flew out
Am
The organs softly played through my 
violin mouth
Dm
I got lights hotter than love hidden
 beneath my tongue
Am
Written on my skin
Tells me your the one

F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F    C            Am     C
Everybody look around
F            C               Am 
I don't know how to fill the 
    C
space
    G                     Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage