| Bb | | Eb |
Jeez, that's funny, there's black paint all over the butts of my cigarettes.
| Bb | | Gm7 |
Perhaps I should clean them, I mean, it could do me even more harm,
| Bb | | Eb |
But I figured it would hurt my purpose and then again I didn't have the time for that.
| Bb | | Gm7 |
I had a scary thought about hitchhiking last night playing Jim Morrison's little game called 'go insane'
Bb7/G
| Cm/G | | Cm7 | || Dm ||
I smoked all of my stuff and then I had to get more stuff, but, then, once I got used to that,
|| Eb/F ||
It was fairly easy for me, babe, I'll tell you this
| Bb | | Bb7 |
To die of my love for you
| Bb |
| Bb | | Eb |
And I know that I told you I'd deal with this internally
| Bb | | Gm7 |
But my insides began to hurt and the wine made me puke, on this same floor my tears dried out on
| Bb | | Eb |
And then, this began to come out with it. I wonder if its related to discovering that I can still cry.
| Bb | | Gm7 |
And if so, Isn't it a little funny? I tried telling you that from the start.
|| Cm/G Cm || Fmaj7 ||
|| Fmaj7 || || Gm7 ||
Though it isn't much fun to me, but then again I'm sometimes numb as a statue, so I figure I've earned that.
|| Fmaj7 || || Bb ||
But it's not like I would ever recognize fun, anyway, at first glance, if it hit me in the face.
|| Fmaj7 || || Gm7 ||
Hello, it's me, the real me this time, the one that's perpetually lost in the wilderness of self
|| Fmaj7 || | Bb | | Bb7 |
I wonder if that's a part of it, the man had to die once for love so the artist could be born.
| Gm7 | Gm | :|
| Gm7 | | Gm |
Is it true, babe? That you love me?
| Gm7 | | Gm |
My insides hurt for you, how I love you.
| Gm7 | | Gm |
But I'm really a fool, you've seen it, too
|| Gm7 || || Gm || || Eb ||
And I guess that I actually thought you could change that about me, with your smile
|| Fmaj7 || || Bb || (Hold/Fade)
And all the times that you look at me, and I at you, it reminds me I'm not afraid to follow us
| Fmaj7 | Eb |
| Bb | Eb |
Was that really me there, lying on the floor?
| Bb | | Gm7 |
If so, I wonder who'll get up this time
| Bb | | Eb |
And so, my love for you at last consumed the only way I knew how
| Bb | | Gm7 |
Well, you see, I died here on this floor.
| Eb | F Fmaj7 | Bb |