July - Hotel Books | Guitar Chords | VChords

[Verse 1]
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D
 I sat down with her and she told me her story
And I told her I loved her
And I just wanted to support her through her recovery
And through conversations, I listened
And I feel like this is the best way to interpret what she told me
The devil found a clever way to infiltrate
And bring his manipulation;
A slender blonde in a cocktail dress
Struggling through the intoxication
Brought on by the gifting of drinks
Until she was ready to pay back in the bedroom
In search to appease the demons in her head
On a sterile surface in the bathroom
Looking into a half-cracked, half-filthy mirror
Hoping she doesn't reflect

[Verse 2]
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    D
That half-cracked, half-filthy receding stain of a smile
    A
Her mother made when she left
Because the promises she made to herself
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Seem to be the hardest ones to keep
And knowing she survived the last storm
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Was no longer all she needed to be able to fall asleep
Vacant wine glasses and late night crashes
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Symbolic of her vessel with no presentation at the pallet
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But a spirit starving for remembrance
Some sort of legacy other than her occupation
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Because her normal skin looked like silk
But had been masked by vengeance
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Baggage under her eyes, deep within her overcompensating lies
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And all she saw when she gazed into the endless skies
Was regret from that manipulation
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This life of sleeping through the static of practice
For the everlasting rush she hoped for
        A
She was somewhat ecstatic, but not for the first time
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Because she was reminiscent of those times
That she would have those late night drives;
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Those moments when she would look back and say
“How did I get here?”, those moments when
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She would look at old childhood photos and say
“How did that child grow up to be like this?
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When did I dismiss the morals that I subscribed to?
I don't know what to do."
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And she looks at photos of her beautiful mother in her youth
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And is envious of that smile she had when she was twenty-two

[Verse 3]
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And she wishes she could say the same for herself
          A
But she's lived in a self-perpetuated hell
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Because she took the literal stains and the literal scars
And turned them into the emotional drain and then she fell apart
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And I've never really been one for taking second chances
On times that I've been broken
D
 But sometimes forgiveness needs to be put in place
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For someone to actually grow from these negative emotions
And all that constructive use of the pain that's thrown at you
A
 Is the only way to find refuge
So I'm gonna tell you this, darling:
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   Every time you tell yourself that you're not worth it
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Every time you tell yourself you're worthless
You're being lied to
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And in that case, the liar is you