Souvenirs

The lights go out

alone in the dark

It's too cold

to sit in the park

Your friends are busy

or gone away

Your family's too far

to go and stay

It'll be clear
In a few years
All your scars
Are souvenirs

The night shovels doubt

on your daily dirt

And ashes & dust

blacken every word

Your mind is busy

connecting the dots

Your past is filled

with passing thoughts

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Verse
C Cmaj7 Am G
A Asus2 F E

Chorus: Am F G Am G

Interlude: Gm6 Ebdim7 F E