C
Well, its just the fault of circumstance
    F
The game of youth, the threat of chance
    C               G            C
And I cant seem to find another way
   C
To justify my loss of words
    F
But some day, they say Ill be cured
     C              G              C
But, be assured Ill always be this way
    F             G
And we all suffer guilt and shame
F               C
In the frame of skin and bones
F                 C
Little one, youre not alone
Em                   F                  C
I think its time you stepped out of the shade
    F              G
But who among your chosen ones
F             C
Am I to be so bold?
F                      C
To the one who cant be told?
Em                F                C
No dont, believe, a single thing I say

C
But I recall that night right well
   F
We stood the streets while darkness fell
      C                G                C
Said, you could tell I had something to say
C
Well I tried to leave but you said no
F
That eventually we all must go
C                        G               C
So we search the town to find out why we stay
F                    G
And now the days are growing thin
F                         C
And the leaves litter the streets
F                      C
And the fog infests my sheets
Em                        F                 C
And we are each to scared to even greet the day
F                 G
And all those resolutions
F                  C
Unfulfilled,I will soon repeat
F                   C
Cant escape my own deceit
Em                 F           C
Oh, I do intend to meet myself someday

C
And it sickens me to see you now
F
With your pursed lips and your purchase crowd
C            G                C
Spouting out self-evidence as proof
C
But you are virtue, you are why
F
Mothers weep and young men die
C                  G                     C
For just the sight of the pyrite of your tomb
F                      G
But what shames me the most my dear
F                      C
Is the hate you left behind
F                     C
In the shallows of my mind
Em
And the cold out lines
F                      C
Where once you used to lay
F                    G
So Ill pour out this parting glass
F                      C
And attempt to wash my hands
F                     C
Of what your memory demands
Em                       F                 C
No, I never planned for things to end this way