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Ab You fucked me up and
left me Ebhanging from
the Fmbottom rung And
Abnow my wrists are sore
these hands no Ebgood
for anyone So Fmnow
I'm trying toAb make it
through Ebmy first FmJune
witAbhout you WithEbout youFm
Ab I can't feel anything
Ebpast these broken Fmbones
Ab And this last December
only Ebmade me feel more
aFmlone (Don't come home)
Ab I'm not saying you're
Ebsomething that's sFmtuck
in my Abhead Cause
it takes more than
a thorn to Ebkeep me
Fmout of the garden
Ab I spent three summers
hereEb with my eyes
Bbopen Abwide But now
everything has
Ebcrumbled along
Bbwith your sAbpine
It's more apathy
than Ebanything anyBbmore
And Abless of where
I'm standing at your
Ebfront door Begging
that you Fmlet me in
Refrain:
Ab So go cry to your
Ebfather in Fmhopes
that I'll Abunwrite
these songs
about Ebhis daughterBb Ab
Ab I can't feel anything
Ebpast these broken Fmbones
Ab And this last December
only Ebmade me feel more
aFmlone (Don't come home)
Ab I'm not saying you're
Ebsomething that's sFmtuck
in my Abhead Cause
it takes more than
a thorn to Ebkeep me
Fmout of the gardenAb Eb Fm Ab Eb Fm
Ab I don't sleep anymore
Eb FmKnowing you're not
getting Abmuch On
the fourth floor
of TownsendEb On
the Fmfourth floor
of Townsend
(Repeat x4)
Ab I can't feel anything
Ebpast these broken Fmbones
Ab And this last December
only Ebmade me feel more
aFmlone (Don't come home)
Ab I'm not saying you're
Ebsomething that's sFmtuck
in my Abhead Cause
it takes more than
a thorn to Ebkeep me
Fmout of the gardenAb
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