A                                 D
Half a year and here you are again
A                         E
I'd go out in public if nobody ever asked
A                               D
I sit home and drink alone and hope that bottle speaks
      A        E        A
Like you, like us, like me
A                                  D
Half a year again, now it's a whole
A                   E
February stationary from you on the wall
A                                    D
And I sit home and plead the throne to speak, to speak, to me, to me,
   E           D           A
To me, hasn't said a single thing
A                                      D
You're probably too busy with your work
A                             E
Or am I just excusing you for leaving me alone?
        A                                  C
There's nothing in these wooden drawers to bring you back, or to keep me bored
  A                  E       D     A
I don't know what to do with me no more
F#m     E          D               A
   Dear everyone I ever really knew
F#m        E                  D               A
   I acted like an asshole so I could keep my edge on you
F#m         E       D            A
   Ended up abusing even those I thought immune
  D                       A            D
I killed the kingdom with one move and now it's time to move
A    D                  A
Dear everybody that has paid to see my band
A           D              E
It's still confusing, we'll never understand
A               D              A
I acted like an asshole so my albums would never burn
        F#m                 E          D     A
But I'm hungry now, and the scraps are dirty dirt
    F#m                     E         D     A
I'm hungry now, it's in the scraps of dirty dirt