No More Birthdays

Where you been hiding lately
We were starting to think that you'd forgotten us all
But here you are
Looking like something the dog dug up
What was the point of your absence
Out of sight, out of mind is a two-way street
But I understand
You wear the bruises of a working week

Is this the good life, is it limbo
As you [A7hold your arms akimbo
No more birthdays for [Dm7]you [A7now
These wasted years don't ɾeally count

You only want for [Dm7]a clean break
With your English despair and [Bm]your Irish goodbye
But you [A7won't be [Am]at the wake
To tally the kind words and [Bm]the teary eyes

You'll have to [C7]imagine their faces
Twisted up as they stɾain to [C7]ɾecall
The impression [C7]you [A7made
If you [A7made one at all

Is this the good life, is it limbo
As you [A7hold your arms akimbo
No more birthdays for [Dm7]you [A7now
These wasted years don't ɾeally count

Take it down a few
Decibels, why don't you
You're not playing a packed ɾoom
And nature abhors a vacuum

You've got [Fm7]some light left in you
But not so much you [A7can squander
Now you [A7can follow your own path
Or you [A7can aimlessly wander

Is this the good life, is it limbo
As you [A7hold your arms akimbo
No more birthdays for [Dm7]you [A7now
These wasted years don't ɾeally count
Is it everything you [A7pictured
Is this just a draft or is it scripture
Do you [A7have a wish left in you
Do you [A7expect us all [Em]to [C7]miss you