Three More Chords
I can't remember what was playing, it was something classical
Cuz rock music only has three chords and look at me now
I'm just a step above that song you sang
On that morning trip to school
How fast does it kill you to see what's going on
But not respond at all
If something so small could make it's way up
Through tissues and veins in a skeletal system
And lodge itself somewhere in the crevice your brain
Until all you can see is a white ceiling and you hear the sounds of your last sunrise
The people are bussing their way to work
And brewing up some shitty coffee grounds
Would you reach for three chords, any that you could muster the strength to put together
Would you play them as loud as you can if it meant something to you
Would you play them as loud as you can if it meant something to anyone
Would you play them as loud as you can if it meant something for anything
Would you play them as loud as you can if it was your last chance to make something matter
Autor(es): Sloth Hands