Tonart: Gb major•
Intro 1
F#
G#m
B
E
B
F#
B
F#
B
E
B
F#
Verse 1
G#m
B
To be born as anything but this
The dying wish of a dinosaur's dish
F#
B
Of no use, a shitty gift like a single slipper
F#
I go diffuse in city quick
like the little dipper
Verse 2
F#
B
F#
She's cute with little titties
F#
B
But to tell you the truth,
sir, I pity the poor fool
F#
D#m
Her fruitless in a holster and
clueless in a kiss
I'm older than death,
F#
B
vulgar with unfresh breath
Verse 3
in some joke positions
G#m
B
But it's scary always how we
end up in mission
F#
Eerily Like the daring men who
D#m
fight to submission
F#
D#m
Barely conscious there to care
F#
about the split decision
Verse 4
E
thoughts you wield at me,
B
you wring out your melon
C#m
B
But it yields only drops like
an unripe lemon
D#m
All a man can understand
is your bad intentions
F#
The less you talk the more you
B
draw and seal an ending
Verse 5
B
Keep leafing through the glossary
Sitting there puffing weed
Telling me repeatedly all the
things you want to be
F#
The thug's just a boy once my
B
F#
money in the bags
Is your love but a ploy like
B
F#
Bugs Bunny in drag?
Verse 6
E
B
I leave my lungs open,
exposed to the whole crew
E
B
While you sneak a bump and smoke
G#m
cloves in the coat room
D#m
Itching like a local ho,
B
D#m
wishing like Pinocchio
F#
The wind is at my back anew, but
Verse 7
still I feel the lack of you
G#m
Oh, you were so heavy in my heart, boo
That soon no longer could
my true heart hold you
B
F#
And like the angular Etruscan
B
F#
tchotchke my mom got me
B
At the Met gift shop in '92
Verse 8
E
Tearing from the brown paper bag
I kept it in when it was new
After I left it overnight when it
was wet with dew
D#m
It sounds blue and shitty
F#
But of course kid, like the little skinny bronze horse did,
Verse 9
you fell through
G#m
You were like a buoy I put
C#m
B
down in open ocean
G#m
But with no cross staff and no compass
F#
And too far out for a lighthouse
to provide discretion
How could I presume that you'd
Verse 10
divine direction?
E
Must have patience, accept no imitations
Take no paper hearts and fucking
hate carnations
D#m
F#
Though my home is vacant,
D#m
F#
yeah I'm lonesome while I wait
That's no open invitation made to
Verse 11
hope we make acquaintance
B
G#m
C#m
The long walks home from the
G#m
C#m
B
In Pop- Pop's Holden Caulfield hat
F#
Alone, lost for certain, dry and pent
Dead bent like a merchant ivory gent
Verse 12
E
Yes, to yet get a spouse and kids,
have a house full
But I'm hard to be around,
D#m
and sterile as a roused mule
F#
D#m
(Preemptive nostalgia of the possible
B
Preemptive nostalgia of the possible but
Interlude 1
doubtful
B
E
C#
B
E
Verse 13
E
C#
B
reminds me of you
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