Am C/D F
Your heart is always almost beating
Am C/D F G
along with windy frozen tunes.
C G Am
But you say you've laughed enough,
G F G
your closet's stuffed with last year's blues.
C G Am G F Dm G Dm G
But you know by summertime your suicide's just last year's news.
Am C/D Em F G
Am C/D F
What will we find inside of your room?
Am C/D F
Notes in the margins,
G
records always spinning.
C G Am
Clues you know you want all to know
G F G
your little soul grew old too soon
C G Am
and surprises lost their thrill.
G F Dm G Dm G
Vodka, pills and the marquee moon.
Am G F