Am 
Living in the darkness 
G 
I wear it like a crown 
Am 
Oh I've got tough skin 
G 
Ready for my bow 
Am 
All I've got is two hands 
G 
I tied them in the middle 
Am 
Ready for the red tape 
F 
Open up my ribcage 

Am 
I offer souvenirs 
C 
A deaf tongue and blinded ears 
Em  
Can you fill the shelves in here 
F 
Come in, come in 

F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F            C               Am     C 
I don't know how to fill the space 
    G                     Em 
The invitations on the page 
Open up my ribcage 

Am 
I want you want to want me like I'm all you got 
Mama she see it but can't make me stop 
Telling the truth it might mean you keep poking but that didn't hurt 
That's my method of coping 
Dm 
Daughter sees him like that smoke in my lungs 
Am 
What they project on me what I've become 
Down on my knees, unsure what to say 
No I never learned how to pray 

Am 
Don't know know who I've been fooling  
                   C 
but you've got me running in circles I'm ruined 
        Em 
Let you inside, opened up all my wounds 
         F 
Taken my ribcage and ripped it in two 


F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F            C               Am     C 
I don't know how to fill the space 
    G                     Em 
The invitations on the page 
Open up my ribcage 

Am 
Tie it from my tendons 
G 
Watch how they stretch 
Am 
Oh I've got the muscle 
G 
Lord I'm spent 
Am 
Knocking down my sternum 
G 
Again, at a young age 
Am 
Too much space between 
F 
Open up my ribcage 


Am 
I offer souvenirs 
C 
A deaf tongue and blinded ears 
Em  
Can you fill the shelves in here 
F 
Come in, come in 



F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F            C               Am     C 
I don't know how to fill the space 
    G                     Em 
The invitations on the page 
Open up my ribcage 


Am 
There's impenetrable silence inside of my head 
There's nothing I can buy when I'm practically dead 
I get so tired of writing everything I should have said 
That maybe this time I'll put my pen down and just tell you instead 
Dm 
You see I opened up my ribcage and violins flew out 
Am 
The organs softly played through my violin mouth 
Dm 
I got lights hotter than love hidden beneath my tongue 
Am 
Written on my skin 
Tells me your the one 

F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F    C            Am     C 
Everybody look around 
F            C               Am     C 
I don't know how to fill the space 
    G                     Em 
The invitations on the page 
Open up my ribcage 

Open up my ribcage 
Open up my ribcage 

Open up my ribcage