My Glass House

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[G]While i sit alone in this room
i've got c[C]rates full of [G]sorrow
even [C]more filled with s[G]hadows
that i [Am]fish out and ridicule
[C]when i'm feeling lonely. [G]         [C]            [G]               [C]                  [G]

I'm lacking sense, but bound
in a very specific direction
it's phenomenal and unprecedented
it's a chip of the old block
and a step up the new ladder.

[Bm]Mr.Scribe, i write to [C]you
[G]pen and penchant aimed
[Am]to pour over a fool
[C]left with no more rhymes
[C]i'm poetically franc[G]hised.       [C]          [G]             [C]                [G]

I'm in charge for the day
in terminal wanderlust
i've excited my worst thoughts
exorcised what was lost
am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not?

I'm not sure what sad is
but listless i'm not
my lists are never ending
and my emotions aren't store-bought
and tears, they either deceive or endear me

i'm your litt[C]le golden nugget collecting dust              [G]
bored wit[C]h my own stale and directed thoughts              [G]
in a pl[C]ace where so much life and loves abound            [G]
it's a[Am]mazing how little tempts me                  [C]
from my glass house.   [G]               [C]                  [G]                     [C]                        [G]