James Wickham

G I cleaned the room D Wrote my name Em On a folded note C Just in case I faded G Dog tags cold D In my hand Em Like a loaded past C I was almost persuaded Em Then I heard small feet C Down the hall G His morning laugh D Her sleepy call G Two little reasons D Pulling me back from the ledge Em Tiny hands holding C The edge of my regret G When the dark starts talking D They talk louder instead Em Two little reasons C Keeping breath in my chest G I still wake up D On the floor Em To a desert dream C And a breaking door G But he brings crayons D To my knee Em Says Draw a dragon C Dad, that kind cant beat me Em She paints my scars C On cardboard wings G Says Fly us there D Where the sad stuff thins G Two little reasons D Pulling me back from the ledge Em Tiny hands holding C The edge of my regret G When the dark starts talking D They talk louder instead Em Two little reasons C Keeping breath in my chest Em I trade my rage C For a secondhand amp G Turn the ghosts in my head D Into songs on a ramp Em They dance in the kitchen C To the hurt I survived G I watch them spinning D And know Im alive G Two little reasons D Pulling me back from the ledge Em Tiny hands holding C The edge of my regret G When the dark starts talking D They talk louder instead Em Two little reasons C And I won't forget G A girl and a boy D In a borrowed house Em Their names in my throat C When the world goes loud G I tune this life D For another day Em For those two reasons C I choose to stay