[Intro]
Am Dm G Am
Am Dm G Am
[Verse]
Am
At the clinic wondering what your face would be like
Dm
Mascara bleeding to my eyes
G Am
Tied like a dog on a chain, midlife crisis and an ex husband
Am
Sneaking a Marlboro Ultra Light
Dm
I stole from a nurse out there in the alley
G
Halfway home is where the heart is
Am
And I'm halfway home
[Verse]
Am Dm
White trash, trailer trash, they said you'd always be it
And you said, 'one day you'll see'
G Am
And lately you start to wonder if maybe they were right
Am
Spit on you at school outside
Dm
In the locker room and bathroom too
G
Locked you in the stall
Bless this mess,
Am
Can I bum a light?
[Verse]
Am Dm
The cars out on the LA Freeway they look like red and light Christmas lights
Strung out on a chain
G Am
The ex Virgin Mary of 49th street has a pocket full of pills
Am Dm
She sold herself for synthetic heroin and started sleeping with a man about twice her age
G Am
Really though it was anything but sleeping
[Verse]
Am Dm
Nice neighbors, bad cough
G Am
No health insurance this year, transitional neighborhood
Am Dm
Gentrification comes like it always does and some nice condos they go in
G Am
But the needles in the alley they're still laying there
Am
Don't go barefoot or take a nap out there
Dm
Wear shoes if you have um
G
Undercover methadone clinic
Am
Children close your eyes
[Verse]
Am
Say a lullaby and think of a nursery rhyme
Dm
Or maybe something your mama used to tell you when you were trying to sleep
G Am
Jill fell down when the bow breaks oh the cradle will fall
Am
Down will come baby, down will come baby, down will come baby
Dm
Just put out the cigarette
G Am
Just make a decision Lydia, just make a decision
It's yours
[Instrumental]
Am Dm G Am
Am Dm G Am
[Verse]
Am
Close your eyes and make a wish
Dm
Hear the whisper of God
G
He used to talk like you, you used to see his face in the clouds
Am
Now I see your face in my mind
Am
It's wrong for him to want it
Dm
Bless this mess, brush your hair
G Am
Fix yourself up real nice you've got a show tonight
[Verse]
Am Dm
Singing down at the Broken Bottle, half waiting shifts
G Am
Get the guys a couple of beers, go on get the food, living off tips and meth
Am
Then I came home after dancin' one night
Dm G
And I wrecked my car and you have to take the bus now
Am
So you've got a long walk to think about it
Dm
Long walk to the station
G
Long life ahead to live with yourself
Am G
So think about it Lydia
Am G Am
So think about it Lydia
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