Atrophy

C Em 2x F Fm C Em 2x __Picked C Em It is nothing yet C Em You said that is so sad C Em But you were nothing once and F Fm We'll be nothing again C Em 2x __Picked C Em Convenience will destroy us C Em Last weeks dishes in still water F Growing Mold Fm Just waiting for the clean ones to unload C Em And I don't mean to say that Am That's all that we've become F Can you feel the atrophy setting in Fm Have we grown still and cold C Em 2x __Picked C Branches strained under the Em C weight of rotting fruit Em C I find myself leaning further away from you Em F Fm You say I've been distant as if i dont know it too C Em And I don't mean to say that Am That's all that we've become F Can you feel the atrophy setting in Fm Have we grown still and cold Am E7 2x Am I gave you lots of water E7 And plenty of sunlight Am But nothing that I do E7 Seems to be right Am You've stopped producing fruit now E7 Your flowers have all dried Am The grubs have chewed right through you E7 And your leaves are filled with mites C Em But I don't mean to say that Am That's all that we've become F Can you feel the atrophy setting in Fm C Have we grown still and cold