Stained Glass Ceilings chords by The Wonder Years

[Verse 1]

               E
Like a burning monk
                                 C#m
You're my light flare out in the dark
                           G#m
You're my constant call to arms

Took the blindfold off
       A                                            E
They'd left chalk outlines where the future was
                      C#m
It's a goddamn war of attrition
                           G#m
It's a death by a thousand cuts
                                      A
And if these motherfuckers made it to heaven

They burned the bridge when they got across


[Chorus 1]

                  E
They're gathering anchors
                  B
They're gathering rope
              A
You push into heaven all alone
                      E
They're grabbing your ankles
                   B
They won't let you go
                A
The ebb and the distant flow
                     B
They're cutting your wings off
                          A
Built you ceilings out of stained glass


[Verse 2]

         E                     C#m
Well you cut like gravel in my skinned knee
                      G#m
The wound will close eventually
                   A                                   E
You'll stay as a reminder of how fucked this world can be
                       C#m
Held your funeral on a Tuesday
                      G#m
Holy waters, November cold
                       A
The kid who pulled the trigger

Knew tomorrow couldn't promise him hope


[Chorus 2]

          E                      B
All these bastards are gathering rope
              A
You push into heaven all alone
                      E
They're grabbing your ankles
                   B
They won't let you go
                A
The ebb and the distant flow
                     B
They're cutting your wings off
                           A
Built your ceilings out of stained glass
                       B
They were cutting your wings off
      A
I was staring at my idle hands
                      C#m
Maybe I could've done something
                        A
Maybe I could've made a difference


[Interlude]

B A  x4


[Bridge 1]

[Soupy]

C#m                      A
John Wayne with a God complex Tells me to buy a gun
                        E
Like shooting a teenage kid is gonna solve any problems

Like it's an arms race
                               C#m
Like death don't mean nothing
                                  A
To know the heavy price of living poor
                                      E
Walled in by red lines, backed into a corner

Not knowing growing up what it's like to belong here in America


[Bridge 2]

[Jason Aalon Butler]

              C#m                                        A
If everyone's built the same then how come building's so fucking hard for you?
                     E
It's something we're all born into
               C#m
Nothing's left up to gray
                        A
It's black or white and sometimes black and blue
                     E                   B
It's something we're all born into, whoa-oh
C#m
Now I know what's in a name

Not just my father
      A
Three-fifths a man makes half of me

Why should I bother?


[Soupy]

E                                B
Merchants of misery stacking the deck

Fuck your John Waynes

Fuck your God complex


[Jason Aalon Butler]

       C#m
I have everything in front of me
                     A
But can't reach far enough

To touch those fever dreams
               E
They call America

I am the ghetto's chosen one
                       B
The privileged bastard son


[Outro]

                  C#m
They're gathering anchors
                  B
They're gathering rope
              A
You push into heaven all alone
                  E
They're gathering anchors
                  B
They're gathering rope
              A
You push into heaven all alone

No, all alone


[End]

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