Poetry

D            G
I'll bury my downcast hours in 
transparent ink,
D                 G
tie myself to the mast and wait here
 for the ship to sink
Em                     G         
though I know I've set sail on a 
A       G
wishing well

D            G
the daylight is dimming out slowly 
with every breath I take
D            G
gasps of air become roaring rivers 
keeping me awake
Em             Bm      A        
it gives me no time to think 
    G
things through
Em             Bm      A        
I know words always come before 
    G
you do


Chorus (essentially same as intro)
      A                    Bm     
but I can't find no poetry left in
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 these lines
          A                    Bm 
I've been trying too hard, too 
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long, too many times

Bridge:
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D            G
is this what a biochemist would call
 happiness?
D            G
is it part of some unmade promise I 
thought I could forget?
Em                Bm       A    
is it time that I let some air 
    Em
come through?
Em                Bm       A    
for now strangeling love is all 
     Em
I can do


Chorus:

      A                    Bm     
yeah, I know you have mountains of
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 poems in mind
      A                    Bm     
all explaining how all wounds will
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 heal given time

Bm                                
but these days are no longer my 
      E
time to spill
      G            A           
and I know that by waiting, I'll 
                  E
make them stand still

Bridge: (listen to song)
A F
A F C
A F Bbm F C A...


D            G
I kept it as close as I could 
through those winter nights
D            G
but the ropes only tighten round me 
as I try to fight
Em                        Bm     
there's no worth throwing stone 
    A       Em
in a wishing well
Em                        Bm     
now I'm out of black ink and true
    A       Em
 tales to tell

Chorus:
      A                    Bm  
and I know it's all poetry, know 
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they're just lies
      A                    Bm     
but I'll still scavenge on what I 
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find inbetween those lines
Bm                                
I'll pretend there was happiness, 
      E
fake to have felt pain
      G            A           
just to feel there's a reason to 
                 E
read it again