G#m C#m
G#m C#m
F# B
A E
The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill
A F# B
I'm truly not neutral, but I lost all direction
Dm F
Today I woke ready to blow the bridge
Dm A
For finding you hand over your mouth
Dm Eb
So instead I burn my own village down
G#m D#m7 C#m7
I'm grieving for you, my love
C#m F#
And I don't understand what's going on
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
F# B
A E
Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac, we were once stable
A F# B
So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth
Dm F Dm A
Now I amuse myself with a tibias form of Virgilian lots
Dm Eb
Like your neo-feminist divinations
G#m D#m7 C#m7
I'm grieving for you, my love
C#m F#
And I don't understand what's going on
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
C#m7 F#
All my memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now
Eb G#m
Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are
C#m7 F#
The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapsed -
G#m D#m7 C#m7
Grieving for you, my love
C#m F#
And I don't understand what's going on
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
G#m C#m
F# B G#m
