Dixie Cups And Jars taby ukulele według Waxahatchee

Intro:
C

C          D      E      Am
I'm not a whipper in the wind
C          D     E      Am
Or solace laying at the bottom of a bottle, or your thick skin
C             D        E       Am
Escape yells both our names out loud
C                 D          E       Am
We run like hell, I'll write a tragic epilogue and you'll act it out

C   D   E   Am   X2

I watched your dad give you away
I watched him drink the bitter taste in his exertion away
Make-up sits on your face like tar
The champagne flutes poorly engineered, employ dixey cups and jars

Bridge:
C              Am     G
Like minds let go of doubt
C            Am         F
I watched it blow right out and
C            Am        G
We danced on gaffs and graves
C              Am             F                    G
You'll remain, I will find a way to leave gracefully or I'll escape
C    D    E    Am

I do not fall to losing face
I dream I dive into something greater, something to take my grief away
Sead leaves crunch, I will not be missed
I fill my jar up to the brim, I am an arid abyss
I'm an arid abyss