Last To Make It Home

| A E | | D | D A E | 2x | D | D | A Mary, what looked like a mirage D Made of glimmering silver in sunken eyes E It was actually there in the palm of my hand D But your existence is widely debated A I'm godless and wrecked A But I can't live by those stakes D The semantics are totally outdated E And the love I had is never enough F#m E5 D It bores me and and leaves me frustrated A E D I'm the last to make it home A E D I'm the last to call it off A E D I'm the last to meet my bed E And last to bring home the bread F#m E5 D And last to make it home A Mary, you were online D The sociopathic part of me E Hit the "like" D In the hopes I'd coax you out of my derelict fantasy A A bump in the road D Turned into a fissure I currently live in E Though I am a soundboard to some F#m E5 D With myself I am not so forgiving A E D I'm the last to make it home A E D I'm the last to call it off A E D I'm the last to meet my bed E And last to bring home the bread F#m E5 D And last to make it home A E D I'm the last to make it home A E D I'm the last to call it off A E D I'm the last to meet my bed E Last to bring home the bread F#m E5 D A E Last to make it home | D | D A E | 2x | D | E | F#m E5 | D E5 | F#m E5 | D E5 | F#m E5 | D | A Mary, looked like a mirage D E A Glimmering silver in sunken eyes