Sounds Familiar Chords by The Weakerthans

_ [A] We emerged from youth [G] all wide-eyed like the rest, _ [D] _ [A] shedding skin _
[Bm] faster than [G] skin can grow,
and [D]
armed with [A] hammers, feathers, blunt knives, [G] words to meet and to define [D] and to, [A] but you must know,
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ [D] the same games that [A] we played in dirt [Bm] and dusty _
[G] schoolyards have [D] found a higher pitch [A] and broader [Bm] scale.
_ _ _ [D] And we [A] feared possible, _ [Bm] someone [G] must be picked [D] last, and one must bruise [A] and one must [Bm] fail. _ _ _ _ _
And that still [A] twitching bird was so, [G] _
seethed by a window, [D] so we eulogized [A] _ fondly, we [Bm] dug deep [G] and through
_ Its [D] elegant [A] _
plumage [Bm] and frantic [Em] black eyes in [D] a hole, and then [A] rushed out [G] to kill something new, _ so we [D] could bury that too.
[Bm] The first chapters [G] of lives [D] almost made [A] us give up _ _ [Bm]
altogether, _ _ _ _ [D] push towards tired [G] forms of self-immolation
that [D] seemed so [A] original, why [B] must we [G] must never stop?
_ [D] _
Watching the [A] sky with [G] our hands in our pockets, stop [D] peering [A] in windows [Bm] when we know doors are [G] shut, _
_ [D] stop yelling small [A] stories [G]
and bad jokes and sorrows, _ [D]
my voice [A] will scratch to yell [B]
many more.
_ [G] _ _ _ _
Before [D] I [A] spill the things I mean [G] to hide away, _ _ _ [D] or gouge my [A] eyes with platitudes [Bm] of sentiment,
_ _ _ _ _ [D] I'll drown the [A] urge for _ permanence and [B] _
certainty, _ [G] _ _ _ _ [D] crouch down and [A] scrawl my name with yours [Bm] in wet _ _ [G] _ _ cement.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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