Some Kind Of Hell

	  		

C               G 
You punched a hole 
C                        G                C 
In the windshield of my twenty ten Accord 
            G 
Some kind of hell 
                  D 
Is coming for us baby 

( D  D4  D ) 

C                  G 
Still out for blood 
C                                   G              C 
You screamed like hell at some old lady and her dog 
                G 
Which backed away like 
                   D 
You might give it rabies 


D7 
My, my, my, my love 

Em                                        Am 
There's nothing left at the bottom of the bottle 
                     D        D#º             Em 
Your half unfinished novel is sitting on the stairs 
                                                Am 
I know the signs I've been learning how to read them 
                  Cm7                         G 
No need for us to pretend that it will be alright 

F#7 Am G 
Alright 
F#7 Am G 
Alright 
         F#7 Am G 
Ooh ooh ooh ooh oh 
    F#7 Am G 
Oh, alright 


( D  D4  D ) 

C              G 
I punched a hole 
C                         G               C 
In the windshield of your twenty ten Accord 
              G 
I'd say I'm sorry 
               D  D4  D 
But I'm not sorry 

C                  G 
And I hate your mom 
C                            G                   C 
Hopped up on Xanax that the state helps her afford 
           G 
With money meant 
                           D 
For your sweetheart little brother 
 

Em                                         Am 
There's nothing left that I really need to say here 
                 D                  D#º                Em 
Should I try to stay here or will I end up just like you 
                                             Am 
I know the signs I've been learning how to read them 
                  Cm7                      Am 
No need for us to pretend that you will be alright 


Solo C  Em  E5+  Am   
       C  Em  E5+  

F                   C 
I had the strangest dream 
                       Em 
I was looking out from your eyes 
Ab5+  
At me 

F                        C 
And I, I saw myself for real 
    C/E           Em 
And not like in a mirror 
    Eb   F#7 
But clearer 

    F                    C 
And oh, beloved like a friend 
                    Em 
Like the visions of pretend things 
Ab5+  
Pretend things 

F                    C 
Now, we'll never be ok 
                    Em 
But God herself did make us 
Eb F#7 
Naked 

F                        C 
Clean, just like we were born 
                   Em 
So, too, shall, we be torn 
         Ab5+  
From our bodies 

F                     C 
Like, it's as if each tree 
                     Em 
Were an old desreted shrine 
Eb     F#7 
Unlighted 

F                      C 
Done, and pining to be free 
                  Em 
To crumble in its last gasp 
   Ab5+  
To black ash 

F                 C 
Once again to reconnect 
                   Em 
With the pieces of itself that 
Eb F#7    F 
It left behind 

                       C 
The closed lids of your eyes 
                 A7 
Do you dream the same dreams 
    Ab5+  
The same fires?