813 Maryland St Chords by Hotel Books
Tempo:
100.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D]
She put a bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her, but she felt [G] nothing
and that's all she needed to [Bm] finally feel nothing.
She stopped [G] by my house the next morning and said, I'm sorry, but I still [Bm] don't feel like
[D] this life is worth living.
Dude, [G] all you can do.
I looked at her with tears in [Bm] my eyes and said, darling, I'm sorry, [G] but I'm glad I'm not you.
She said, at least [Bm] I know this is [D] all temporary, but the carpet grains will still hold stains
[Bm] even when they die.
You won't have to [G] face them, but they will remain.
She said she had enough [Bm] baggage to [D] rattle the cage of rage, wordless [Bm] page after page
to rearrange a strange game of pain, seeking further into a strain [G] of remains.
Tagged with names, [Bm] she felt like the lone [D] survivor of a civil war of inner peace [Bm] versus
inner desire, hoping somehow to [A] change the [Bm] casualties where her hope and her sanity,
a damaging calamity of fragile [C#m] ideals being washed [Bm] away when waging war against a staging
of poor [A] ideologies that led [D] to dead.
[Bm] At least she felt something, [D] and at least it [A] all meant something.
[Bm]
There's [F#m] no way to see beauty when it's just [Bm] the blind leading the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when its [A] just [E] losing love to justify lies.
[Bm] There's no [D] way to see [F#m] beauty when [A] its just the blind leading [Bm] the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when we lose love just to justify our [G] stupid lies.
She said, I watched my house catch fire and I didn't feel a [A] thing.
Well, darling, congratulations.
I wish I [D] had that sort [A] of inner peace.
[G] I'm digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body, [A] and expectations diminish
as I uncover [D] there's nothing [A] underneath hiding.
[G] She had taken what I once needed to feel like it'd be something, and I spent [A] so long being
bitter but now I'm finally celebrating, [D] thanking God for [F#m] those brief [G] moments where my eyes
met hers, and she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid [A] blur, the spur of the
moment cure for her boredom and my [D] lack of adventure.
We were caught somewhere between a pack of [F#m] menthol she kept on the [A] nightstand where she
would sleep, and a broken down truck that used to [F#m] drive her to her dreams, [D] but now sat
as an eyesore metaphor for the home we created [F#m] to nourish our [A] weaknesses, the brittle middle
ground sounding this rebound argument [F#m] with God that we called [D] living.
It was nothing, not even trying to win any sort of race, I just [A] wanted to finish, or
at least sort of place, but as I kept running [F#m] I diminished the [D] existence I created out of
love so I could breathe easier when [A] I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushing me [F#m] side
to side [G] on her.
Her broken [A] dreams!
[G] Her broken [A] dreams!
[F#m]
[G] She said it's easier to fall asleep just knowing [D] that when I have something to say,
somebody's listening to me!
She [G] said I don't care if I have a plan, I don't care if I understand, [D] all I need to
know is that I have some sort of calling.
[G] I just need to know that somebody is listening.
She put a bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her, but she felt [G] nothing
and that's all she needed to [Bm] finally feel nothing.
She stopped [G] by my house the next morning and said, I'm sorry, but I still [Bm] don't feel like
[D] this life is worth living.
Dude, [G] all you can do.
I looked at her with tears in [Bm] my eyes and said, darling, I'm sorry, [G] but I'm glad I'm not you.
She said, at least [Bm] I know this is [D] all temporary, but the carpet grains will still hold stains
[Bm] even when they die.
You won't have to [G] face them, but they will remain.
She said she had enough [Bm] baggage to [D] rattle the cage of rage, wordless [Bm] page after page
to rearrange a strange game of pain, seeking further into a strain [G] of remains.
Tagged with names, [Bm] she felt like the lone [D] survivor of a civil war of inner peace [Bm] versus
inner desire, hoping somehow to [A] change the [Bm] casualties where her hope and her sanity,
a damaging calamity of fragile [C#m] ideals being washed [Bm] away when waging war against a staging
of poor [A] ideologies that led [D] to dead.
[Bm] At least she felt something, [D] and at least it [A] all meant something.
[Bm]
There's [F#m] no way to see beauty when it's just [Bm] the blind leading the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when its [A] just [E] losing love to justify lies.
[Bm] There's no [D] way to see [F#m] beauty when [A] its just the blind leading [Bm] the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when we lose love just to justify our [G] stupid lies.
She said, I watched my house catch fire and I didn't feel a [A] thing.
Well, darling, congratulations.
I wish I [D] had that sort [A] of inner peace.
[G] I'm digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body, [A] and expectations diminish
as I uncover [D] there's nothing [A] underneath hiding.
[G] She had taken what I once needed to feel like it'd be something, and I spent [A] so long being
bitter but now I'm finally celebrating, [D] thanking God for [F#m] those brief [G] moments where my eyes
met hers, and she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid [A] blur, the spur of the
moment cure for her boredom and my [D] lack of adventure.
We were caught somewhere between a pack of [F#m] menthol she kept on the [A] nightstand where she
would sleep, and a broken down truck that used to [F#m] drive her to her dreams, [D] but now sat
as an eyesore metaphor for the home we created [F#m] to nourish our [A] weaknesses, the brittle middle
ground sounding this rebound argument [F#m] with God that we called [D] living.
It was nothing, not even trying to win any sort of race, I just [A] wanted to finish, or
at least sort of place, but as I kept running [F#m] I diminished the [D] existence I created out of
love so I could breathe easier when [A] I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushing me [F#m] side
to side [G] on her.
Her broken [A] dreams!
[G] Her broken [A] dreams!
[F#m]
[G] She said it's easier to fall asleep just knowing [D] that when I have something to say,
somebody's listening to me!
She [G] said I don't care if I have a plan, I don't care if I understand, [D] all I need to
know is that I have some sort of calling.
[G] I just need to know that somebody is listening.
Key:
D
A
Bm
G
F#m
D
A
Bm
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
She put a bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her, but she felt [G] nothing
and that's all she needed to [Bm] finally feel nothing.
She stopped [G] by my house the next morning and said, I'm sorry, but I still [Bm] don't feel like
[D] this life is worth living.
Dude, [G] all you can do.
I looked at her with tears in [Bm] my eyes and said, darling, I'm sorry, [G] but I'm glad I'm not you.
She said, at least [Bm] I know this is [D] all temporary, but the carpet grains will still hold stains
[Bm] even when they die.
You won't have to [G] face them, but they will remain.
She said she had enough [Bm] baggage to [D] rattle the cage of rage, wordless [Bm] page after page
to rearrange a strange game of pain, seeking further into a strain [G] of remains.
Tagged with names, [Bm] she felt like the lone [D] survivor of a civil war of inner peace [Bm] versus
inner desire, hoping somehow to [A] change the [Bm] casualties where her hope and her sanity,
a damaging calamity of fragile [C#m] ideals being washed [Bm] away when waging war against a staging
of poor [A] ideologies that led [D] to dead.
[Bm] At least she felt something, [D] and at least it [A] all meant something.
[Bm] _
_ _ There's [F#m] no way to see beauty when it's just [Bm] the blind leading the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when its [A] just [E] losing love to justify lies.
[Bm] There's no [D] way to see [F#m] beauty when [A] its just the blind leading [Bm] the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when we lose love just to justify our [G] stupid lies.
She said, I watched my house catch fire and I didn't feel a [A] thing.
Well, darling, congratulations.
I wish I [D] had that sort [A] of inner peace.
[G] I'm digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body, [A] and expectations diminish
as I uncover [D] there's nothing [A] underneath hiding. _
[G] _ She had taken what I once needed to feel like it'd be something, and I spent [A] so long being
bitter but now I'm finally celebrating, [D] thanking God for [F#m] those brief [G] moments where my eyes
met hers, and she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid [A] blur, the spur of the
moment cure for her boredom and my [D] lack of adventure. _
We were caught somewhere between a pack of [F#m] menthol she kept on the [A] nightstand where she
would sleep, and a broken down truck that used to [F#m] drive her to her dreams, [D] but now sat
as an eyesore metaphor for the home we created [F#m] to nourish our [A] weaknesses, the brittle middle
ground sounding this rebound argument [F#m] with God that we called [D] living.
It was nothing, not even trying to win any sort of race, I just [A] wanted to finish, or
at least sort of place, but as I kept running [F#m] I diminished the [D] existence I created out of
love so I could breathe easier when [A] I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushing me [F#m] side
to side [G] on her.
_ _ _ _ Her broken [A] dreams! _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ Her broken [A] dreams!
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[G] _ She said it's easier to fall asleep just knowing [D] that when I have something to say,
somebody's listening to me!
She [G] said I don't care if I have a plan, I don't care if I understand, [D] all I need to
know is that I have some sort of calling. _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ I just need to know that somebody is listening. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
She put a bullet through a Bible and thought it would empower her, but she felt [G] nothing
and that's all she needed to [Bm] finally feel nothing.
She stopped [G] by my house the next morning and said, I'm sorry, but I still [Bm] don't feel like
[D] this life is worth living.
Dude, [G] all you can do.
I looked at her with tears in [Bm] my eyes and said, darling, I'm sorry, [G] but I'm glad I'm not you.
She said, at least [Bm] I know this is [D] all temporary, but the carpet grains will still hold stains
[Bm] even when they die.
You won't have to [G] face them, but they will remain.
She said she had enough [Bm] baggage to [D] rattle the cage of rage, wordless [Bm] page after page
to rearrange a strange game of pain, seeking further into a strain [G] of remains.
Tagged with names, [Bm] she felt like the lone [D] survivor of a civil war of inner peace [Bm] versus
inner desire, hoping somehow to [A] change the [Bm] casualties where her hope and her sanity,
a damaging calamity of fragile [C#m] ideals being washed [Bm] away when waging war against a staging
of poor [A] ideologies that led [D] to dead.
[Bm] At least she felt something, [D] and at least it [A] all meant something.
[Bm] _
_ _ There's [F#m] no way to see beauty when it's just [Bm] the blind leading the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when its [A] just [E] losing love to justify lies.
[Bm] There's no [D] way to see [F#m] beauty when [A] its just the blind leading [Bm] the blind.
There's no way to see beauty when we lose love just to justify our [G] stupid lies.
She said, I watched my house catch fire and I didn't feel a [A] thing.
Well, darling, congratulations.
I wish I [D] had that sort [A] of inner peace.
[G] I'm digging into catacombs built beneath this frame I call a body, [A] and expectations diminish
as I uncover [D] there's nothing [A] underneath hiding. _
[G] _ She had taken what I once needed to feel like it'd be something, and I spent [A] so long being
bitter but now I'm finally celebrating, [D] thanking God for [F#m] those brief [G] moments where my eyes
met hers, and she was caught in a life that felt like one rapid [A] blur, the spur of the
moment cure for her boredom and my [D] lack of adventure. _
We were caught somewhere between a pack of [F#m] menthol she kept on the [A] nightstand where she
would sleep, and a broken down truck that used to [F#m] drive her to her dreams, [D] but now sat
as an eyesore metaphor for the home we created [F#m] to nourish our [A] weaknesses, the brittle middle
ground sounding this rebound argument [F#m] with God that we called [D] living.
It was nothing, not even trying to win any sort of race, I just [A] wanted to finish, or
at least sort of place, but as I kept running [F#m] I diminished the [D] existence I created out of
love so I could breathe easier when [A] I tried to fall asleep in this ocean pushing me [F#m] side
to side [G] on her.
_ _ _ _ Her broken [A] dreams! _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ Her broken [A] dreams!
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[G] _ She said it's easier to fall asleep just knowing [D] that when I have something to say,
somebody's listening to me!
She [G] said I don't care if I have a plan, I don't care if I understand, [D] all I need to
know is that I have some sort of calling. _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ I just need to know that somebody is listening. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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