The Garden

A A I've been throwing stones at your window F#m Praying hard the wind might blow me through, blow me through A Talking to the friends that I don't have F#m Why am I surprised they got no clue, got no clue D If there is such thing as a heaven Bm A I just pray to God that I get there soon D Bm A The devil made a call from a payphone stall, telling me not to talk to you A F#m Em F#m G#5 If you look close you can tell those doing best ain't doing well A F#m Em F#m G#5 Putting your demons up on the shelf only gives them time to themselves A F#m Em F#m G#5 I dropped my worries in a wishing well, never hit the bottom far as I can tell A F#m Em F#m G#5 The preacher's writing prayers that he thinks might sell, never found peace in holy hell D If there is such thing as a heaven Bm A I just pray to God that I get there soon D Bm A The devil makes a call from a payphone stall, telling me not to see this through A This life's a test, infinite jest D This pain that sits inside my chest, echos into emptiness And I sell my soul for a million dollars A Jesus Christ, my heart's a mess But ain't that why you love me best D Scream until there's nothing left, there's nothingness, there's nothing less F#m Than people hanging in suspense Sins that they could not confess A No we can't go on like this But the devil needs his witnesses F#m My zealous overconfidence It looked so nice inside my head D It's something that I cannot fix A But baby, that's not mine to give away F#m That's not mine to give away A That's not mine to give away F#m That's not mine to give away D Bm A Ooh D Bm A Ooh