You heard it here first! Liveblogging songwriting…
There’s a (C#m)box that I keep in the (Bdim)corner of my (F#m)mind
(C#m)Usually under (A)lock and key
But (C#m)sometimes a ghost breaks (A)free
It’s (C#m)full of things that (Bdim)hurt me, made me (F#m)cry
(C#m & A) Rusty nails that I’ve stepped on, bullets I’ve dodged
(C#m & A) [—-line that I already forgot—-]
(E)Knives thrown at me
Broken (D)glass all around me
(A2)Stones that I’ve fallen upon
A E F#m E (2x)
“Time heals all wounds” is a lie, you just grow numb
[chorus]
A C#m Bm F#m (2x)
(So now)
The blades have dulled and the edges are smooth…
