| Em | G | |
| So | wake up, run your lips across your fingers til you | find |
| Em | |
| Some scent of yourself that you can hold up | high |
| G | |
| To remind yourself that you didn't | die |
| Em | G | Em | G | Em | |
| On a day that was so crappy, whole and happy you're a | liv | e |
| G | |
| And you | seem so bruised |
| Em | G | |
| And it's | beautiful as it's reflecting off from you as it | shines |
| Em | |
| You're in the bathroom carving holiday de | signs into yourself |
| G | |
| Hoping no one would | find you, but they found you, and they took you |
| Em | G | Em | G | Em | |
| And you somehow su | rvi | ve | d |
| G | |
| There | is no dream |
| Em | G | |
| So | wake up, and if the holidays don't hollow out your | eyes |
| Em | |
| Then press yourself against whatever you | find |
| G | |
| to be beautiful and trembling with | life |
| Em | |
| Because I'm so happy you didn't | die |