Rowing A Dead Horse Teclado

	  

       D                 Bm                A              D 
Chasing the lie, tracing our scars, moaning for help, to be held. 
       G                 Bm                E7 
And every day we feel further away from ourselves. 
       D        Bm      A           C#m 
The concrete is wet I feel too comfortable. 
       D           Bm           A 
My responses are limited to reactions. 
       G                  Bm             A 
And everything dies its little deaths everyday. 
            D          Bm         A          C#m 
So with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas. 
   D                    Bm        A 
I set out to write a synonym for loss. 
         D           Bm          A           C#m 
Hands caught in the door and my face on the floor, 
 G                  D 
I'll write one for you.