Standard (EADGBE)
Pour words over me
and all around, the ripples
rock the boat
I favour entropy
a slow decline, before I
have to go
Don't take it out on me
it's just revenge, and you're
the instrument
Your actions guarantee
an end to this, but
will you ever know?
And I walk home
as the sun goes down
and listen for your voice
But you're not there to call me
I forget sometimes
In the aftermath
I fall through stages, fitting
more of grief
Unrehearsed, they seem
to stutter past, a shuffled
deck unsheathed
Acceptance bows to discontent,
a sense of mourning
troubles me
Quick anger rears it's head
and settles down, replaced by
disbelief
And I walk home
as the sun goes down
and listen for your voice
But you're not there to call me
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand you should be able to figure it out from there. Happy playing.