Cmaj7 9
It's been two weeks

Since I've opened that door
                                              Fmaj7 9
We know that I've been trying
Cmaj7 9
So I can see you more
Cmaj7 9
And I know that we've been dancing around little white lies
                                 Fmaj7 9
Like how I've quit smoking 
Cmaj7 9
But we know I only tried
Gmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7
                               And we hardly ever speak
Gmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7
                               Except maybe once a week
Gmaj7 Fmaj7 Cmaj7
                               Just hellos and goodbyes

Mother's Eyes

E
We only talk on the weekend
G#m
When we know we're both alone
A
A night we can't remember
Am
Etched into our phones
E
I guess I had you in my head again
G#m
Like a thought that had been trapped
A Am
Sober thoughts that just kept flowing and flowing like wine we spilled onto our laps
F#m G#m A
And I know that
F#m G#m A
You just can't take it back
F#m G#m A
Goes to show that
F#m G#m A
These things never work
E
I called when I was sober
G#m
We both know how that goes
A
Our phones tie us together
Am
But wake up all alone
E
I guess I have you in my head again
G#m
Thinking what I could have done
A
And how I'm sick of this game of tag
Am
Cause you're the only one that's having any fun

The Weekend

Capo 3 Cmaj7 Am7
A night where sleep escapes you
Lilac walls encase you
Csus4 C/B Cmaj7
Regret arrives half past two
Cmaj7 Am7
Desire decides to take root in you

Fmaj7 Cmaj7
Rumination is the intersection
Where they meet and conspire to
Make a tired fool of you

Dm7 Fmaj7 Dm7 Fmaj7 Dm7 Csus4 Dm7 Fmaj7 Fm
Sincerity's a dreadful thing,
wouldn't you agree? 
Caring keeps you up at night
The earnest never sleep.
A hollow heart is necessary
To sleep soundlessly
Insomnia's a symptom of
Stopping to think.

Insomnia 2.0 - 3:15:18, 12.23 PM

V1:
I’m sick of writing these songs about
Preimposed loneliness
I feel like everyone’s got someone to hold
And I’m just a fuckin mess and
You said I should just shut up and get over it
You know everything seems like lust
When your stuck in loneliness 

PRE:
And you got something to hold against me
And I just want the same thing and


CHORUS: 
So why do I go out to bars and don’t talk to anyone
So here’s my fucking sad song 
and here’s the second verse
No just kidding here’s the second verse

V2:
I think that I am becoming an alcoholic 
Hidden under the guise of a social muse
And I am think I am in the right place for this
Fuck it I have nothing to loose

CHORUS 2:
I guess since it’s the chorus I should probably sing something 
So here it goes
Vocal Noodling

Aaron Cauthen