Brian Bulger

Kind, Torn, Forgetful

Brian Bulger


Tom: D

A  Gmaj7  Gmaj7  D
A  Gmaj7  Gmaj7  D


[Verse 1]
A           Gmaj7
 What did I do to change you
    D
You hide all the things you’ve done
          Gmaj7
How could I rearrange you
   D               A
So you don’t buy a gun


[Verse 2]
A         Gmaj7
 I left a key on the front porch
D                 A
Under the rocking chair
            Gmaj7
You used to swing, and gamble
   D                 A
On whether or not to care
          Gmaj7                                         D
There’s a crack on the corner of your last good pair of shades
              A
I threw them away
        Gmaj7
In your room you’ll find options, I bought em
D              A
 In case you decide to stay


[Verse 2]
D                Gmaj7
Damn it, I don’t know, how to ask you
       D                A
How to say the simplest things
            Gmaj7
How did you sleep? Did you sleep?
D                            A
I’ll be right outside if you need me
        Gmaj7                                 D                         A
I won’t block the door or guess your passwords, that’s a trap, you know better than that
           Gmaj7
But if you leave tonight, the next time I see your eyes
D
 they might be closed
A
 and so will mine
Gmaj7
     I might be wishing I’d got that password right
D          A
 Maybe you wouldn’t have died


[Interlude]
A


[Chorus]
A     Bm             Gmaj7
 Just come home, get sober
D                      A
Put all those fears to bed
  Bm            Gmaj7
I love you, I’m louder
  D                     A
I hope that I’m in your head
      Bm            Gmaj7  D  A
I got nothing left
      Bm            Gmaj7  D  A
I got nothing left


[Interlude]
A


[Bridge]
       Bm             A
When I opened up your box
        Gmaj7                  D
You had photos from trips, and Christmas socks
       Bm         A       Gmaj7                     D
You had  terrible mixtapes,    long lost lovers and big mistakes
         Bm          A                             Gmaj7                D        A          Bm
You had a  cathedral shot glass, pills to make the time pass, rolled up memos on how to not lose your mind
        A                           Gmaj7                  D     A        Bm
You had keychains from younger times,    I remember you as kind, torn, forgetful
                 Gmaj7
You were waiting for the dust to settle
D                        A
 In the meantime you had Ambien
Bm
  Summers came and went
Gmaj7
Waiting for a heaven sent
D                 A
 Intervention, so you’d know when to flush it


[Chorus]
A     Bm             Gmaj7
 Just come home, get sober
D                      A
Put all those fears to bed
  Bm            Gmaj7
I love you, I’m louder
  D                     A
I hope that I’m in your head
      Bm            Gmaj7  D  A
I got nothing left
      Bm            Gmaj7  D  A
I got nothing left

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