Chords for Hotel Books - Ghosts Can't Love

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What's the point?
_ _ Can your so-called honesty predict [A] revelations?
This trigonometry [E] repeals all my innovation.
_ The angle set had no equation.
[A] A triangle makes sense, but our parallel [E] lines never intersected.
Our love was a geometric oddity at best.
Something we would hate to love, but yearn to detest.
_ I hoped it wouldn't last, but I never wanted it to end.
Hopefulness came in a pretty package, and oh my gosh, I wanted to open it.
_ You were like a letter sent to me from the world.
And one of these days, I'm going to see what it holds.
I can just imagine the stress being torn open [A] without envelope. _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ But if you can hear me next time, send a postcard.
Something that doesn't need to be concealed, so I can see your words for face value.
Scrubbed on the back of a place I wish I was.
With you.
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This hopefulness was still in the [E] cards.
And I fought the fact that it was going to be hard.
[A] But I never was superstitious enough to [E] believe in fate anyway.
Or luck for that matter.
Or hope, I [A] suppose. _ _
_ _ [E] Disappointment has become a revolving door.
You never ripped out my heart, but you [A] ripped out my core.
I remember [E] that night, that minute, you said no one [A] can ever replace you.
Well [E] darling, somebody's bound to.
[C#m] And when you walked away, I found a different shooter to [A] take your place.
Her name was Loneliness, and she kept me comfortable.
She often speaks, but she's not very audible.
Her voice sounds like a windowsill cracking.
_ _ [E] Sometimes a door blowing open, dancing in the breeze.
_ As I'm falling on my knees, broken.
But when she usually speaks, she comes to me as a ghost.
Putting coals on my back as I sleep.
_ _ Burning holes in my flesh as I try to dream.
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Warming up my spine and making me [E] afraid of the heat. _
_ And that's a ghost [A] I want to be. _ _
I was dead set [C#m] on a dead bed that put all hope to bed.
Revenge or just to [E] avenge the half-baked love that burnt at both ends.
Pretend?
No, but still not real.
_ _ If love exists, then I guess it doesn't know how to feel.
_ _ _ How can I show love to her when _ I can't feel it?
_ _ [A] _ How am I supposed to show love to the world _ when I don't [E] believe in it?
_ _ [A] _ I don't know what love looks like.
_ [E] _ As I close my eyes every night, I'm ready to breathe.
I'm ready to believe, and I'm ready to be alive. _ _ _
_ Just show me what love looks [A] like. _ _
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Just show me what love looks like. _ _
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Because you are love, _ and I'm alive.
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