Wooden Floorboards Chords by Hotel Books
Tempo:
100.15 bpm
Chords used:
Dm
E
Bb
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] I have these voices [Dm] in my brain, I created [C] them and I hate [E] them, but I ask them to [Dm] stay.
Because I have this [D] fixation on death, this [Dm] fixation on change, this [E] fixation on three
years I grew out of [Dm] pain, this fixation [E] on sleep, [Bb] this fixation on you and on me, but
who could I be?
[Em] Because I spent three years [Gm] writing poems about a fixation on [F] the past, and she told
me it was worth it because she told me it would last.
But darling I'll [D] hold my tongue as I hold you tight, cause forgetting what you think
[Dm] love means is my sleeping pill every [E] night.
I remember when you [Dm] woke up and screamed, maybe our love was just laced with LSD, cause
darling I'm high [E] on life and you're just high on me.
[Dm] And as I tried my best [Gm] to read [Bb] between the lines, her lip-shaped words I tried to interpret
[C] as lies, only to see [Gm] the devil hiding deep inside the [F] details.
As Lucifer found his way back into retail, and my dear he sold us a [G] product we didn't
want to buy, but we [D] weren't trying to be [Dm] original, we were just trying to survive.
[Am] The voices in my [Dm] brain tell me it's all in my head, and I'll sleep with one eye open,
but I won't sleep till I'm [E] dead.
Cause a fair assessment of [Dm] existence is an inconsistent, [Bb] realist vision of selfish antiques
reduced to survival of the [E] fittest, defined by our [Bb] ability to avoid those carrying any [F] sickness.
And these whispers in my head intensify to raspy screams, asking when my skull will explode
so they [D] can breathe.
They know that no [Dm] one has a voice when no one is [E] listening, and the violent riot of
[Dm] staying silent or quiet is torturous to those who need to hear something.
And that violence has its own [E] sort of beauty, and you are [Dm] my beauty, and you're my violent
[Bb] smile, and you are my violent prayer, [E] and you're not my [Bb] oxygen but I breathe your air.
Cause these [F] voices in my brain remind me of past mistakes, the beauty I found of being
able to say, look what I went through, I survived.
[Dm] But is survival living or survival just a placeholder for a [Am] vacant mind to cut off the
threat [Dm] to coincide with the soil while their blood boils?
Cause my biggest fear was never facing death, [E] or even facing what happens [Dm] after.
My biggest fear was [Bb] never facing anything like that.
My biggest fear was waking up in that [E] coffin with these voices chanting [Bb] a chorus of remorse,
a [F] forced abort from the course I had chosen.
And now I'm laying here frozen with fear, staring [Dm] up at a splintering slab of wood paid
for with my life savings, buried beneath the earth that [Am] grew the weeds that poisoned my [Dm] family's feet.
What if I woke up, walked back home, and it was like nothing had happened?
We left your [E] room the way you left it, we just scrubbed [Dm] the bloodstains out of the carpet,
[E] we just rubbed the mud [Bb] remains out of your pockets, we just dubbed the [E] tough claims out
of your sonnets.
[Bb] We just evacuated your room [F] and hoped you would too, but your spirit haunted it too
long so we boarded it up, moved along, and [C] watched it [F] become a guest room.
A place for [D] the non-permanent inhabitants to [Dm] exist within this home we created to raise our [A] kid.
That was my biggest [Dm] fear, finding out something like that would happen, cause the memories
that have come with this only [E] cause everything else to hurt deep [Dm] inside of this dismissed
feeling I [Bb] feel.
But sometimes you have to face the [E] past, and maybe I've never faced [Bb] death, but if I were
to walk [F] away then, what would I be?
These voices in my head, what would they say and what would they see?
Did [Dm] I survive or am I cursed?
Did I die or did I learn?
What if I woke up like nothing happened?
What if I never wake up?
My dear, then what's my purpose?
What if I woke up like nothing happened?
And darling,
[Bb] darling, what if you [C] woke up too?
[F] [C] [D]
[E]
Because I have this [D] fixation on death, this [Dm] fixation on change, this [E] fixation on three
years I grew out of [Dm] pain, this fixation [E] on sleep, [Bb] this fixation on you and on me, but
who could I be?
[Em] Because I spent three years [Gm] writing poems about a fixation on [F] the past, and she told
me it was worth it because she told me it would last.
But darling I'll [D] hold my tongue as I hold you tight, cause forgetting what you think
[Dm] love means is my sleeping pill every [E] night.
I remember when you [Dm] woke up and screamed, maybe our love was just laced with LSD, cause
darling I'm high [E] on life and you're just high on me.
[Dm] And as I tried my best [Gm] to read [Bb] between the lines, her lip-shaped words I tried to interpret
[C] as lies, only to see [Gm] the devil hiding deep inside the [F] details.
As Lucifer found his way back into retail, and my dear he sold us a [G] product we didn't
want to buy, but we [D] weren't trying to be [Dm] original, we were just trying to survive.
[Am] The voices in my [Dm] brain tell me it's all in my head, and I'll sleep with one eye open,
but I won't sleep till I'm [E] dead.
Cause a fair assessment of [Dm] existence is an inconsistent, [Bb] realist vision of selfish antiques
reduced to survival of the [E] fittest, defined by our [Bb] ability to avoid those carrying any [F] sickness.
And these whispers in my head intensify to raspy screams, asking when my skull will explode
so they [D] can breathe.
They know that no [Dm] one has a voice when no one is [E] listening, and the violent riot of
[Dm] staying silent or quiet is torturous to those who need to hear something.
And that violence has its own [E] sort of beauty, and you are [Dm] my beauty, and you're my violent
[Bb] smile, and you are my violent prayer, [E] and you're not my [Bb] oxygen but I breathe your air.
Cause these [F] voices in my brain remind me of past mistakes, the beauty I found of being
able to say, look what I went through, I survived.
[Dm] But is survival living or survival just a placeholder for a [Am] vacant mind to cut off the
threat [Dm] to coincide with the soil while their blood boils?
Cause my biggest fear was never facing death, [E] or even facing what happens [Dm] after.
My biggest fear was [Bb] never facing anything like that.
My biggest fear was waking up in that [E] coffin with these voices chanting [Bb] a chorus of remorse,
a [F] forced abort from the course I had chosen.
And now I'm laying here frozen with fear, staring [Dm] up at a splintering slab of wood paid
for with my life savings, buried beneath the earth that [Am] grew the weeds that poisoned my [Dm] family's feet.
What if I woke up, walked back home, and it was like nothing had happened?
We left your [E] room the way you left it, we just scrubbed [Dm] the bloodstains out of the carpet,
[E] we just rubbed the mud [Bb] remains out of your pockets, we just dubbed the [E] tough claims out
of your sonnets.
[Bb] We just evacuated your room [F] and hoped you would too, but your spirit haunted it too
long so we boarded it up, moved along, and [C] watched it [F] become a guest room.
A place for [D] the non-permanent inhabitants to [Dm] exist within this home we created to raise our [A] kid.
That was my biggest [Dm] fear, finding out something like that would happen, cause the memories
that have come with this only [E] cause everything else to hurt deep [Dm] inside of this dismissed
feeling I [Bb] feel.
But sometimes you have to face the [E] past, and maybe I've never faced [Bb] death, but if I were
to walk [F] away then, what would I be?
These voices in my head, what would they say and what would they see?
Did [Dm] I survive or am I cursed?
Did I die or did I learn?
What if I woke up like nothing happened?
What if I never wake up?
My dear, then what's my purpose?
What if I woke up like nothing happened?
And darling,
[Bb] darling, what if you [C] woke up too?
[F] [C] [D]
[E]
Key:
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E
Bb
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Dm
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Bb
[D] I have these voices [Dm] in my brain, I created [C] them and I hate [E] them, but I ask them to [Dm] stay.
Because I have this [D] fixation on death, this [Dm] fixation on change, this [E] fixation on three
years I grew out of [Dm] pain, this fixation [E] on sleep, [Bb] this fixation on you and on me, but
who could I be?
[Em] Because I spent three years [Gm] writing poems about a fixation on [F] the past, and she told
me it was worth it because she told me it would last.
But darling I'll [D] hold my tongue as I hold you tight, cause forgetting what you think
[Dm] love means is my sleeping pill every [E] night.
I remember when you [Dm] woke up and screamed, maybe our love was just laced with LSD, cause
darling I'm high [E] on life and you're just high on me.
[Dm] And as I tried my best [Gm] to read [Bb] between the lines, her lip-shaped words I tried to interpret
[C] as lies, only to see [Gm] the devil hiding deep inside the [F] details.
As Lucifer found his way back into retail, and my dear he sold us a [G] product we didn't
want to buy, but we [D] weren't trying to be [Dm] original, we were just trying to survive.
[Am] The voices in my [Dm] brain tell me it's all in my head, and I'll sleep with one eye open,
but I won't sleep till I'm [E] dead.
Cause a fair assessment of [Dm] existence is an inconsistent, [Bb] realist vision of selfish antiques
reduced to survival of the [E] fittest, defined by our [Bb] ability to avoid those carrying any [F] sickness.
And these whispers in my head intensify to raspy screams, asking when my skull will explode
so they [D] can breathe.
They know that no [Dm] one has a voice when no one is [E] listening, and the violent riot of
[Dm] staying silent or quiet is torturous to those who need to hear something.
And that violence has its own [E] sort of beauty, and you are [Dm] my beauty, and you're my violent
[Bb] smile, and you are my violent prayer, [E] and you're not my [Bb] oxygen but I breathe your air.
Cause these [F] voices in my brain remind me of past mistakes, the beauty I found of being
able to say, look what I went through, I survived.
[Dm] But is survival living or survival just a placeholder for a [Am] vacant mind to cut off the
threat [Dm] to coincide with the soil while their blood boils?
Cause my biggest fear was never facing death, [E] or even facing what happens [Dm] after.
My biggest fear was [Bb] never facing anything like that.
My biggest fear was waking up in that [E] coffin with these voices chanting [Bb] a chorus of remorse,
a [F] forced abort from the course I had chosen.
And now I'm laying here frozen with fear, staring [Dm] up at a splintering slab of wood paid
for with my life savings, buried beneath the earth that [Am] grew the weeds that poisoned my [Dm] family's feet.
What if I woke up, walked back home, and it was like nothing had happened?
We left your [E] room the way you left it, we just scrubbed [Dm] the bloodstains out of the carpet,
[E] we just rubbed the mud [Bb] remains out of your pockets, we just dubbed the [E] tough claims out
of your sonnets.
[Bb] We just evacuated your room [F] and hoped you would too, but your spirit haunted it too
long so we boarded it up, moved along, and [C] watched it [F] become a guest room.
A place for [D] the non-permanent inhabitants to [Dm] exist within this home we created to raise our [A] kid.
That was my biggest [Dm] fear, finding out something like that would happen, cause the memories
that have come with this only [E] cause everything else to hurt deep [Dm] inside of this dismissed
feeling I [Bb] feel.
_ But sometimes you have to face the [E] past, and maybe I've never faced [Bb] death, but if I were
to walk [F] away then, what would I be?
These voices in my head, what would they say and what would they see?
Did [Dm] I survive or am I cursed?
Did I die or did I learn?
What if I woke up like nothing happened?
What if I never wake up?
My dear, then what's my purpose?
_ What if I woke up like nothing happened?
And darling, _
[Bb] _ _ _ darling, _ _ _ _ _ what if you [C] woke up too?
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Because I have this [D] fixation on death, this [Dm] fixation on change, this [E] fixation on three
years I grew out of [Dm] pain, this fixation [E] on sleep, [Bb] this fixation on you and on me, but
who could I be?
[Em] Because I spent three years [Gm] writing poems about a fixation on [F] the past, and she told
me it was worth it because she told me it would last.
But darling I'll [D] hold my tongue as I hold you tight, cause forgetting what you think
[Dm] love means is my sleeping pill every [E] night.
I remember when you [Dm] woke up and screamed, maybe our love was just laced with LSD, cause
darling I'm high [E] on life and you're just high on me.
[Dm] And as I tried my best [Gm] to read [Bb] between the lines, her lip-shaped words I tried to interpret
[C] as lies, only to see [Gm] the devil hiding deep inside the [F] details.
As Lucifer found his way back into retail, and my dear he sold us a [G] product we didn't
want to buy, but we [D] weren't trying to be [Dm] original, we were just trying to survive.
[Am] The voices in my [Dm] brain tell me it's all in my head, and I'll sleep with one eye open,
but I won't sleep till I'm [E] dead.
Cause a fair assessment of [Dm] existence is an inconsistent, [Bb] realist vision of selfish antiques
reduced to survival of the [E] fittest, defined by our [Bb] ability to avoid those carrying any [F] sickness.
And these whispers in my head intensify to raspy screams, asking when my skull will explode
so they [D] can breathe.
They know that no [Dm] one has a voice when no one is [E] listening, and the violent riot of
[Dm] staying silent or quiet is torturous to those who need to hear something.
And that violence has its own [E] sort of beauty, and you are [Dm] my beauty, and you're my violent
[Bb] smile, and you are my violent prayer, [E] and you're not my [Bb] oxygen but I breathe your air.
Cause these [F] voices in my brain remind me of past mistakes, the beauty I found of being
able to say, look what I went through, I survived.
[Dm] But is survival living or survival just a placeholder for a [Am] vacant mind to cut off the
threat [Dm] to coincide with the soil while their blood boils?
Cause my biggest fear was never facing death, [E] or even facing what happens [Dm] after.
My biggest fear was [Bb] never facing anything like that.
My biggest fear was waking up in that [E] coffin with these voices chanting [Bb] a chorus of remorse,
a [F] forced abort from the course I had chosen.
And now I'm laying here frozen with fear, staring [Dm] up at a splintering slab of wood paid
for with my life savings, buried beneath the earth that [Am] grew the weeds that poisoned my [Dm] family's feet.
What if I woke up, walked back home, and it was like nothing had happened?
We left your [E] room the way you left it, we just scrubbed [Dm] the bloodstains out of the carpet,
[E] we just rubbed the mud [Bb] remains out of your pockets, we just dubbed the [E] tough claims out
of your sonnets.
[Bb] We just evacuated your room [F] and hoped you would too, but your spirit haunted it too
long so we boarded it up, moved along, and [C] watched it [F] become a guest room.
A place for [D] the non-permanent inhabitants to [Dm] exist within this home we created to raise our [A] kid.
That was my biggest [Dm] fear, finding out something like that would happen, cause the memories
that have come with this only [E] cause everything else to hurt deep [Dm] inside of this dismissed
feeling I [Bb] feel.
_ But sometimes you have to face the [E] past, and maybe I've never faced [Bb] death, but if I were
to walk [F] away then, what would I be?
These voices in my head, what would they say and what would they see?
Did [Dm] I survive or am I cursed?
Did I die or did I learn?
What if I woke up like nothing happened?
What if I never wake up?
My dear, then what's my purpose?
_ What if I woke up like nothing happened?
And darling, _
[Bb] _ _ _ darling, _ _ _ _ _ what if you [C] woke up too?
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _