Caterpillars

E Eadd9 E C#m A Amaj7 A Amaj7 2x E Caterpillars in the cracks of my head C#m A Fucked up but functioning fine E I'm still unsure if your dead C#m A Still tell your jokes like they're mine. E C#m A Here in the Void, we're scraping meaning from our made up meta- E C#m A beliefs like band-aids off the post-ironic blues we battle. E Well, the funeral proved that I still can't cry. C#m A The closest I get is little puddles in my eyes. E C#m A And the eerie eulogy was the very best part it went, 'oh well whatever'. Repeat Intro , but on the repeat keep playing the C#m instead of switching to A E So now I've started a cult, to validate faith. C#m A I write my own prayers now to my own set of saints. E It keeps your feet in the curl, and at the very least, C#m A grace makes your stay in this world much more comfortable. E C#m A Here me now, Saint Dana, you've a lot of explaining to do. E C#m A Without dreams right in front of your face it seems you feel a lot more real than I do.