Tono: C
Introducción:
C
Death is real
G
Someone’s there and then they’re not
F
And it’s not for singing about
G
It’s not for making into art
F9 F
When real death enters the house
Em
All poetry is dumb
F9 F G
When I walk in
C G Am
To the room where you were
F G
And look into
C C/B F
The emptiness instead
G
All fails
F
My knees fail
Am
My brain fails
C
Words fail
G
Crusted with tears, catatonic and raw
F Am
I go downstairs and outside and you still get mail
C C/B Am
A week after you died a package with your name on it came
G F G
And inside was a gift for our daughter you had ordered in secret
C G Am G
And collapsed there on the front steps I wailed
F E A5
A backpack for when she goes to school a couple years from now
Bm C
You were thinking ahead to a future
G Am
You must have known deep down would not include you
G F
Though you clawed at the cliff you were sliding down
G C
Being swallowed into a silence
G Am Am/G
That is bottomless and real
G
It’s dumb
F
And I don’t want to learn anything from this
Am
I love you