Brother Bryan Waxahatchee [C]I said to you [Am]on the night that we met, "I am [G]not well [F] Our [C]habits secrete to the s[Am]idewalk and street, our civ[G]ic hell[F] We [C]covet the dark, share a [Am]cab to the park and you [G]let me [F] Speak of [C]bearings undone, silver [Am]hair in the sun We are o[G]nly 3[F]0% dead and [C]our parents go to sleep [F]early [C]We destroy all of our [F]esteem and the s[C]unlight starts to shine thr[F]ough the tree[G]s C Am G F x2 The [C]noise on this (guitaretab.com)