Really, I have very little to complain about. Hit the schedule jackpot this weekend--got two weekend days off in a row, which never ever happens for retail employees in a 24 hour store, am I right? Got to hang out with Dave and also Mom and Amber, and good times were had by all.
At work today, though, I was not my usual dynamic self. The negativity of people around me seemed more noticeable than usual, which I think reflects a change in me rather than them. I ended up starting a lot of conversations that couldn't quite get finished because urgent tasks interrupted. Happens all the time; today I just noticed it more.
This song obviously rose out of personal feeling, but it comes from a frustration which we all experience. When faced with many things worth doing and many people worth spending time on, how do we choose? How can we slice out a little time to relax, or to do things which please only ourselves, without feeling like we're stealing that time?
Here's how the chords go. For my reference as much as anyone's. XD
verses:
Am D
F G
chorus:
Bm(7fr) D
G(7fr) D
Bm(7fr) D
G (7fr) D B
bridge:
F# A(5fr)
D(5fr) B
Lyrics follow.
(v)I draw the meat across the blade
look at the pretty slice I made
it's perfect for your sandwiches
one thing you never ask me is
(ch)how much is left
how much is left
how much is left
how much is left when you're gone
(v)of course of course I love to be your friend
it doesn't work if I ever pretend
I want to see God's skeleton within
the personality under your skin
though I make every single second count
I never get a different amount
I want to be a friend to myself too
but cannot bring myself to say to you
(ch)how much is left
how much is left
(br)sprinkle the blood around the roots
when will my heart be soft as soil
I salivate for life's first fruits
moments before they spoil
(ch)how much is left
how much is left
how much is left
how much is left
how much is left
how much is left
how much is left
how much is left till they're gone
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