Field Report - I Am Not Waiting Anymore

      Field Report - I Am Not Waiting Anymore


F           Bb         F
I am red in tooth and claw 
F                     Bb                 F
God's favorite child, bloodied from the brawl 
F                   Bb          F   C  Bb
This bitterness was killing me all along 
F        C       F
I am not waiting anymore x2


Blowing through time like nickel slots 
In a windowless room, on a credit card
Flash it like a semaphore, a vague, drafty metaphor
I am not waiting anymore


            C                         Dm            Bb
I've been a keen eyed observer of the movements of concentric parts 
Gm                     F                                C
Of bodies of bones and breasts and unmapped chambers of hearts


Sand in hand has turned to glass 
A Jeroboam filled with a life that's passed 
Toss it off the balcony and listen for the crash 
I am not waiting anymore


I spent eight long years working on my screenplay 
It's a teen movie with young actresses that plays to the middle aged


I have read between the lines 
I have been wrong every time 
It burned up on the alter, but I am fine 
I am not waiting anymore x3