Youth

E                           Abm
With split lips, oh a smile can be 
hard.
E                                 
Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of 
A
youthful scars.
            E                    
They made it clear from the very 
Abm
start,
     E                           A
That pain lies beyond the cries of 
damned young hearts.

        B         Dbm             
Does it show in my sunken eyes 
        F#m                     E 
that these concrete skies move too
        B
 slow?
E                            Abm
Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely 
nights.
E                              
Blood drips downs my knees...I'm 
        A
sick of worthless fights.
        B             Dbm      
Does it show in my sullied smile 
         F#m
that it's not my style?
     E              B
Time slows, let me go.

    E                 Abm
But I just let things slide,
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       Dbm
In the glow of pale lights,
       A
As our laughter splits the night.
   E                  Abm
In time, I'll grow to find,
     Dbm
That all we'll ever have,
               A
Are blissful moments quickly passed.
         F#m
It's obscene,
           B              E
They're so few and far between.

E                      Abm
I'll take solitude and I'll take 
calm.
E                                 
All my hopes were chewed and spat 
A
out (with charm).

         B           Dbm
Faith entwined all my deepest fears,
     F#m
And my strange ideas,
               E
Youth might be kind.

    E                 Abm
But I just let things slide,
       Dbm
In the glow of pale lights,
       A
As our laughter splits the night.
   E                  Abm
In time, I'll grow to find,
     Dbm
That all we'll ever have,
               A
Are blissful moments quickly passed.
         F#m
It's obscene,
           B              E
They're so few and far between.