Em G C (-or- Dm F Bb)
   Every night I die a little death
   Every morning, I forget the worst
   Every afternoon, I see you
   Every day I know is cursed

I push my feelings below my toes
Though there’s a fishhook in my pocket
I do my best to shuffle through the day
I do my best to forget.

So I’ll just keep rolling this stone
up this gray urban hill
The trees have all lost their leaves
The sun is long the sill

I dread that moment of contact
when all illusions are bare
what can I do with this model of you,
a dream for which I no longer care

	(Eb - F)x3
	(Bb Db Ab Bb)x2

	I toss and turn in this outsized bed
	dreams of you congest my head
	what was it that you said
	it was over and over and over ...
# copyright Joe Johnston