Spoken:
Some songs sound the way
it feels to have a rib out of place
Verse 1:
But I ran all of my[Bbm]my errands
And all of my ribs are [Eb]quite in
The animals are [Ab]quiet
And a[Eb]all the things are in the b[Fm]bin
I put them in there with yo[Bbm]you here
When I remove them you'll be [Eb]gone
I guess there's nothing to be [Ab]scared of
[C]I guess there's really nothing [F]wrong
Chorus:
And there's no shame in sleeping [Bbm]later
There's no shame in sleeping [Eb]more
No shame at all in being [Ab]such a filthy [C]frigid Lysol-[Fm]Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes three [Bbm]nineteen
[Eb]My words will sink into the [Ab]sea
And [Fm]I will know for a split [Bbm]second that
My w[Eb]whole life's ceased to [Fm]be
Interlude:
[Bbm] [Eb] [C] [Fm] [Db] [Eb] [Ab]
Verse 2:
The morning I woke up to [Bbm]leave there
As soon as I opened my [Eb]eyes
It hurt so bad that I could [Ab]taste it
So c[G]cold it burned all my [Fm]insides
I've never felt anything [Bbm]like it
Heard my lungs scream like that[Eb]that before
Felt such a tear in my [Ab]aorta
That it spilled all of the light I [C]ever saw
[Fm]Across the floor [F]
I couldn't wrap my head [Bbm]around it
How such a nightmare could be [Eb]real
And despite all of my [Ab]bullxxxx
Nothing could [Eb]stop it
Not God, not [Fm]xxx
Not white hot fear
Chorus:
And there's no shame in sleeping [Bbm]later
No shame at all in sleeping [Eb]more
None at all in being s[Ab]uch a
goddamn f[C]ilthy Clorox-[Fm]huffing whore
And there's no shame in sleeping [Bbm]later
There's no shame in sleeping [Eb]more
No shame at all in being [Ab]such a filthy [C]frigid Lysol-[Fm]Lysol-huffing whore
When the clock strikes five [Bbm]nineteen
[Eb]I'll watch you slip into the [Ab]sea
And [Fm]I will feel for a split [Bbm]second that
[Eb]Life has ceased to [Fm]be
