Kasey Anderson - I Was A Photograph Capo 2 Am C Sky the color of a match been struck Am C Sun just hanging like the noose got stuck Am C And you can try to stare it back down F But you can't cover it up Am C Red dirt risen till it fills your lungs Am C Your hands a bullet and your hearts a gun Am C And you learn how to turn your back on almost anything F Am C F But you never learn to run Seen the ditches where the dead get left And the hungry cats in the hollow chestAnd you can pin your eyes shut boy But you can't get no rest Hell it's just bones scattered in the dust And it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks Till it's real american boys Spitting up real american blood Charlie company first thing your taught Is you ain't worth half of what you thought Just like everything else I learned I couldn't shut it off So I felt like nothing when I got back home And my father saw me in my granddads clothes Said you inherit my blood boy But your sins are all your own I don't sleep like I did before I just wake up trembling on the bedroom floor Always seven steps from the ghost On the other side of that door Wondering what I do to earn another day Because I don't confess sure as hell don't pray I just defend attack Withdraw and delay Am C F You know my face Am C I was a photograph F Am On the front page neath the headline War C F I was numb back then boy Am C F I ain't even numb no more Am C F I ain't even numb no more