Trees Iii

I'm scared and lost 
                 
Your hand in mine 
Gm           C 
Shut up, fuck off 
                 
These thoughts won't stop 


Gm 
One for the money, two for the show, 
C 
three for the things that your dad don't know 

Four, five men inside my bed, 

six more times I wish I'm dead 
Gm 
Skies of blue and skies of grey, 
C 
I will love you anyway 
                                
You're a poet too, so I trust you understand my pain 
Gm 
I'm hoping you can fix me, 
C 
there's something wrong inside my head 
                                  
I have these messed up thoughts like a lightbulb 
burning out again 
Gm                   C 
When I was younger, I felt stronger 
               
When I was younger... 
Gm                      C 
And I can count th marks on your arms, 
                          
and I can see the scars on top of scars 
Gm                          C 
I can see you at work crying in your car, 
                             
feeling like the lif you have to live is somehow fake 
Gm                          C 
Why did God give me such a shit hand to take? 
                              
I think we can stop here for the night, it looks like a 
nice place 
Gm                             C 
It means no worries son, so please have a nice day 
                                        
I can feel this poison spread from my heart to my 
brain 
Gm                                 C 
And I can feel the sorrow spill out of my mouth like 
tar, 
                                         
and I wanted to tell you that I love you before I die 
Gm                                 C 
Whether you care or not it's important for me to get 
off my chest, 
                               
that I miss you and miss being your friend 


Gm                        C 
Out, let's come out and kiss on the lips 
                                                    Gm 
The mosaic that we painted with the tips of tulips 
                         C 
we stole from the garden you grew 
Gm                                   C 
When you were younger you hated the truth, 
                                  
that you were attracted to people like you 
Gm                           C 
There's something that's hiding inside of my room, 
                              
and when we hold hands it felt like I was free 
Gm                           C 
I hear that your father hates faggots like me 

       


Gm                                  C 
They pray for the cure because that's what they need 
                            
A straight man at church but a gay in the sheets 
Gm                         C 
How could you Do this to your family? 
                             
We can't help who we're attracted to see 
Gm                            C 
I asked you a question so please answer me 
                               
You know what, mom? Fuck you, you'll never love me 
Gm                          C 
You'll only accept me, that's all that you'll be 
                            
Won't celebrate what I want or I need 


Gm            C 
I'm scared and lost 
                 
Your hand in mine 
Gm           C 
Shut up, fuck off 
                 
These thoughts won't stop