Pattern After Us

We'd say were having one and then wed close the place
It's always hard to say what you really mean
Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood
And the tasteless places that remain

Somebody said your Dad had won the lottery
It was [Am7]always something I could never erase
Sometimes I wonder how much you [A7ended up with
And if you [A7spent the whole thing in one place

I can't stay here and [Bm]waste away Dear

The windows ɾattle in falsetto
With the creaks of beds and [Bm]the taste of meds
Suburban home where we spent the winter
The broken glass in the blades of grass