Chords for Hotel Books - Rest (Eschaton)

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_ _ _ 2 AM stopping to fill up the tank on the way back from a late night show.
As [F] I exited my car I noticed something.
Something familiar but I couldn't quite place it.
For I had [G] not been acquainted with it for quite some time.
After a few deep breaths, the frost kissing my [C] face as I exhale, I remembered her name.
_ Silence.
A friend I had not visited in quite [A] some time.
[F]
She had this weird way [Dm] of reminding me how alone I was.
Maybe it was the fact that she gave my mind more freedom to [G] imagine a voice speaking to me.
_ But it had been [C] so long I forgot what that voice sounded like.
The voice that promises me everything's gonna be alright.
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Silence [Dm] allowed my mind to think and for some reason the good times were a quick montage
that came and went.
[G] And then those staining memories came.
Those days when I dreamed of [C] standing on that stool.
Rope around my neck ready to give hell a chance.
I realized I then had no [F] fear of pain.
Only fear [Dm] of not feeling pain again.
Because without this pain, _ who would I be?
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_ [G] The fear of standing on this stool was knowing there were [C] two options.
I could cut the rope and walk away or kick the stool and fade away.
Either way nothing was ever gonna be the same.
[F]
Perceptions would completely change [Dm] and life would not be the same that I knew before the rope days.
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Now after months of therapy and encouraging words [C] from friends and family, there was a
conclusion that life tried to show me.
When I stepped on that stool I was a boy but when I [F] stepped back off I was a man.
_ But the truth was, when I stepped on that stool I was a boy [G] but I never did find the
strength to step off again.
_ [C] Life is still a sequence of last minute decisions deciding whether or not to go for it because
the blood in the veins of my legs was [F] beginning to slow down.
My [Dm] knees locked and mine focused on nothing more than the sweat forming around my neck.
That itch, that [G]
sting from the rope reminded me of that crown of thorns.
[C]
The one I was supposed to wear as rocks and whips tore my flesh and tore me to shreds.
I remembered [F] those nails that were supposed to be driven into my hands.
But I can feel the [Dm] flesh there and there are no scars, no pain, [G] just my hands intact.
_ _ That stool was [C] nothing more than the gas station driveway, a seat on the recliner in the living
room, _ _ driving down a long [F] freeway or waiting for the shower to go warm in the bathroom.
_ These moments are all the same, [Dm] times in life that I deserve so [G] much more pain but it was taken away.
Oh [C] God, it was taken away.
And as the world tries to throw so much stress my way, _ [F] _
_ _ [Dm] heaven is where I lay _ and I finally
found that rest.
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