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[SPOKEN]
Some songs sound the way it feels to have a rib out of place

[VERSE 1]
                   Dm
But I ran all of my errands
                       G
And all of my ribs are quite in
                C
The animals are quiet
     G                        Am
And all the things are in the bin
                           Dm
I put them in there with you here
                             G
When I remove them you'll be gone
                              C
I guess there's nothing to be scared of
E                              A
I guess there's really nothing wrong

[Chorus]

                                 Dm
And there's no shame in sleeping later
                             G
There's no shame in sleeping more
                         C            E            Am
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
                             Dm
When the clock strikes three nineteen
G                          C
My words will sink into the sea
    Am                      Dm
And I will know for a split second that
    G                    Am
My whole life's ceased to be

Dm G E Am F G C

[VERSE 2]

                         Dm
The morning I woke up to leave there
                       G
As soon as I opened my eyes
                            C
It hurt so bad that I could taste it
    B                    Am
So cold it burned all my insides
                         Dm
I've never felt anything like it
                               G
Heard my lungs scream like that before
                       C
Felt such a tear in my aorta
                                   E
That it spilled all of the light I ever saw
Am                A
Across the floor
                        Dm
I couldn't wrap my head around it
                              G
How such a nightmare could be real
                      C
And despite all of my bullshit
              G
Nothing could stop it
             Am
Not God, not sex
Not white hot fear

[Chorus]
                                 Dm
And there's no shame in sleeping later
                             G
There's no shame in sleeping more
                         C            E            Am
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
                                 Dm
And there's no shame in sleeping later
                             G
There's no shame in sleeping more
                         C            E            Am
No shame at all in being such a filthy frigid Lysol-huffing whore
                             Dm
When the clock strikes three nineteen
G                          C
My words will sink into the sea
    Am                      Dm
And I will know for a split second that
    G                    Am
My whole life's ceased to be

Dm G E Am F G C