G You've got pictures in frames C You've got voices and names G You've got rust on the bike D You used to ride when you were young You've got letters in a box And you've got holes in your socks You've got the taste of your first kiss Still sitting on your tongue C G And you realize all of the stories you tell D G Are from those glory days C G And your friends they check in every now and again C D On Christmases and birthdays C G But you remember a time that nobody cared Em D G About danger or consequences C G And everyone vowed that they wouldn't end up C D Behind white picket fences And though nobody sings them anymore You remember the songs that you sung Now all of the people you loved are dying From a blackness of the lung | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Em G |