relatable, nice song
E C#m F#m E
Living in a glass house
Laughing as I throw rocks down
But I know that they could come back and bite me in my dirty secrets
Glass house
I've got all them written down
In a notebook stored away, somewhere nobody would ever find it
C#m A E
Now I see, I'm the fall
I'm the brick that will break it all
Now I see, I've got things to hide again
Things that would make murderers out of my friends
F#m E Bm A
No matter how ashamed I am, it doesn't go away
No matter how ashamed I am, I'll take it to my grave
C#m E Bm F#m
And there was a time, where I had nothing to hide
And when I said that's the case, that it wasn't a lie
E A F#m Bm
But I'm corrupt, I am a really nice rug, over a pit of spikes
E C#m F#m E
Living in a glass house
Laughing as I throw rocks down
But I know that they could come back and bite me in my dirty secrets
Glass house
I've got all them written down
In a notebook stored away, somewhere nobody would ever find it
E C#m F#m E
Glass eyes are easier to dye when you've built your whole life off of really good lies
Like being a good friend, like wearing broken glasses
Everything seems clear but there are cracks you can't ignore, they're slowly expanding out
relatable, nice song
Perfect!
its a bop
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