Lo D ver, now that you've le F#m ft me, I'm glad you're un Bm lovely.
Becuase if you could ta G ke all the heat in your he D art and just hang it from A you,
I D wouldn't be able to bea F#m r the way you cannot lov Bm e me.
It's much easier G of me make a mo A nster out of y D ou.
And D so here I go, substi F#m tuting the glow from your Bm temples,
all our sighs and our t G rembles, D and each last lette A r sent you
fr D om the cheap little pen of this w F#m eak little man- the one Bm singing
- out his jangling, ri G nging and hopefully sti A nging attack upon yo D u.
Yeah, D so here I go, just exp F#m loding the hope we'll be sp Bm eaking
some day, years from now, G seeking f D riendship and unders A tanding.
Yeah, D I hope you get angry, a F#m nd hurt, and have the hardest of la Bm ndings.
And I hope your new m G an thinks of me when he s A ees what a number I did on y D ou.
I grow ti D red of this song. Turn my ey F#m es to the blonde in the blea Bm chers.
She's a lovely young cre G ature. D I think she's seeking adve A nture.
I think she's re D ady to see that the wo F#m rld isn't so sweet or so te Bm nder.
I won't break her, just b G end her, and make her in A to my new ringer for y D ou.
I stay in the s D ame comfy town, write the sa F#m me old songs down, drive the s Bm ame streets,
seek the same sense of d G ull peace, w D hisper the same sweet words to the A chippies.
The same wa D lk by the road and where the sa F#m me muddy snow's finally l Bm eaving,
But i'll fight off the spring G ; I don't want lovely th A ings,I don't want the earth n D ew.
Okkervil River
