Matthew P Haubert

Verse 1

Bm
I’ve been sleeping in a house where the paint curls back,
      G       Bm
i think its tired of holding on, same as me.
Bm
Dishes and glasses with a chipped-up rims,
      G        Bm
stains on the counter like painting memories.
Em
Neighbors shouting in a boxing match through walls—
      G        Bm
glimpses of the life I swore I’d never be.
Em
Bare feet on cold floorboards, counting
      G        Bm
every crack, just like all the problems couldn’t fix in me.

Chorus

G     D/F#
Oh, these empty pockets,
G     A
oh, this heavy heart—
G        D/F#
I’ve carried both so long
      A
I can’t tell them apart.
G        Bm
If love was ever coming,
G        Bm/A
it must have missed my street.
G        D/F#
Still looking for the light
      A     Bm
in a world that’s half asleep,

with a shattered lightbulb only for me

Verse 2

Bm
Walking down alleys where my old life was—
      G       Bm
boarded up windows and flickering signs.
Bm
Where they use to call me nicknames,
      G       Bm
but I’m scared knock to let them in.
Em
There’s poems all around in my periphal site
      G       Bm
words meant for everyone and thing I let slip and fade.
Em
Solitery has a way of drowning you
      G       Bm
louder than anything ever said

Chorus

G     D/F#
Oh, these empty pockets,
G     A
oh, this heavy heart—
G        D/F#
I’ve carried both so long
      A
I can’t tell them apart.
G        Bm
If love was ever coming,
G        Bm/A
it must have missed my street.
G        D/F#
Still looking for the light
      A     Bm
in a world that’s half asleep,

with a shattered lightbulb only for me

Bridge

Em     G
Maybe I’m the reason
Bm     F#m
every door locks on its own.
Em     G
Maybe I’m the echo
Bm     F#m
in a love that’s never home.
Em     G
Still I keep the porch lights on
Bm     A
just hoping someone finds there way
Em     G
even if they are stumbling drunk
      A
or three years late.

Final Chorus

G     D/F#
Oh, these empty pockets,
G     A
oh, this heavy heart—
G        D/F#
I’ve carried both so long
      A
I can’t tell them apart.
G        Bm
If love was ever coming,
G        Bm/A
it must have missed my street.
G        D/F#
Still looking for the light
      A     Bm
in a world that’s half asleep,

with a shattered lightbulb only for me

G     D/F#
Oh, these empty pockets,
G     A
still begging for a spark.
G        D/F#
oh, this heavy heart—
      A
always having to restart.
G        Bm
If tomorrow has a sunrise,
G        Bm/A
maybe I’ll see the cycle again
G        D/F#
there’s still a little spark
      A     Bm
somewhere buried in me.