Written by Manchester Orchestra
F Am Finding out that you had lost the little one inside you F Am Not a sound, but chalk that you had dropped on the floor F And I could tell that when you fell the future never planned on getting Am easier G C God has never been afraid to fill our cups with more than they could hold F C Til they all overflow and we drown once and for all F Am (2x) Am C/F C G How could I misconceive I was owed something radically radiant Am C/F C G The doctor came through and asked if you'd like to give it name Am C/F C G How can you misconceive our ideals and growing our futures F C/F C Some impressive prize I find for placing all the blame G F My apprehension got the best of me F Am Better now than when I found I used to have the gift of amusement F Am It's funny how without a doubt the family's far more calmer than me F Am And I will cause a lovers court and do you don't you keep on tapping G Am Sour-mouth, a coward clout, the dormant gospels nativity F My apprehension got the best of me Am Walking dead my heart was moldering F Yeah it got the best of me Am The best of me Am C/F C G Pushing it out I heard the healthiest move is to abandon all of my blemish Am C/F C G That's what the hospital staff and the pair of our parents will say Am C/F C G Here I am again directly back to the place where Adam ruined family F C/F C running in a marathon of mental til God shows up again My apprehension got me nowhere F Am Swimming in my own filth F Yeah got me nowhere Am Nowhere F Am (2x) end: F