Surrender Your Sons

Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire so I place these scales over my eyes
Don't touch me.
I'm sick.
You whisper.
But I hear only what I choose.

Hello my good old friend.
Your hand pulls me back from that
Mire or will I love back and [Bm]stare and [Bm]wonder is she is way back there afterwards
My mouth will be [Am]filled with gravel and [Bm]I'm left alone

You know that feeling of fear and [Bm]desperation [C7]in the pit
Of your stomach making you [A7nauseous
Excitement apprehension [C7]you [A7wish you [A7could lose it all

Hello my [A]good old friend.
Your hand [Bm]pulls me back from that Mire
Or will I love back and [Bm]stare and [Bm]wonder is she is way back there

Hello my [A]good old friend.
Your hand [Bm]pulls me back from that Mire
Or will I love back and [Bm]stare and [Bm]wonder is she is way back there afterwards
My mouth will be [Am]filled with gravel and [Bm]afterwards, I'm left alone

When your head spins and [Bm]your stomach swells
The fear of dealing with this is stɾonger than the fear of just
Forgetting this and [Bm]future I am scared of you
I swear I'll find my [A]way back to [C7]the light now that I'm left alone

Hello my [A]good old friend.
Your hand [Bm]pulls me back from that Mire
Or will I love back and [Bm]stare and [Bm]wonder is she is way back there [Repeats]
My mouth will be [Am]filled with gravel and [Bm]afterwards I'm left alone