Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 There's blood in the sink,

 and he's plunging his wrists in.

 A hangover halo is

washing away.

 Mechanic-school dropout

 stares into the mirror,

 stands up in his derelict

daydreams.

Always too tall,

 always walked around wearing a

smile that was never quite

sure of itself.

Planning a future

 of failures inflicted

 in phone calls from strip clubs

 and bail bonds.

 There's a light left on.

 There's a pace to our direction.

 There's a movie-still

 of a heart I'd like to mention.

 Don't give me that look,

 I looked harder than most did,

 let details like sharp nails

 punch holes in my shoes.

Soft-traced to frown

 as I put the receiver down.

Where do I go

 for a pardon?

 There's a light left on.

 There's a pace to our direction.

 There's a movie-still

 of a heart I'd like to mention.

 We're listing what's left:

 a signed Slayer t-shirt,

 a car up on blocks in his

mother's back yard.