Gifts

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


Continues after the ad
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                         
   reaching for a small-town 
  F#m
downtown, night rain,
G                            D   
nothing I could say could be 
          A
worth saying anyway today.
D                             
Like “Hey, whatever happened to 
  A
what’s that guys’ name?”,
    Bm                       F#m  
we get a little older and it looks
              G
 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)

[Other]
E|--------------------------------
B|--------------------------------

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

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--
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------

D|0-0-0-0-0-0--0--0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0-| 
A|-----------------------------------------| 
E|-----------------------------------------| 

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

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

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--
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------

D|0-0-0-0-0-0--0--0--0--0-0--0--0--0--0--0-| 
A|-----------------------------------------| 
E|-----------------------------------------|