RED HOUSE PAINTERS

^C1 I can't let you ^F1 be, ^F2 cause your ^G1 beauty won't ^Am allow me ^{G1 F2
C1} wrapped in white she ^F1 ets, ^F2 like an an ^G1 gel from a bed ^Am time st ^G1 ory ^F2
and s ^G1 hut out what they s ^A1 ay, cause your fr ^G1 iends are fucked up ^Am anyw ^G1 ay ^F2
and w ^G1 hen they come ar ^A1 ound, somehow t ^G1 hey feel up and y ^Am ou f ^G1 eel do ^F2 wn.
Verse 2:
When we were kids, we hated things our parents did
we listened low to Casey Kasem's radio show
that's when friends were nice,
to think of them just makes you feel nice
the smell of grass in spring
and October leaves cover everything.
Chorus:
^C2 H ^G2 ave you forgotten how to l ^G1 ove ^Am you ^F2 rself? x2
Verse 3:
I can't believe all the good things that you do for me
sat back in a chair like a princess from a faraway place
nobody's nice, when you're older your heart turns to ice
and shut out what they say;
they're too dumb to mean it anyway
Verse 4:
When we were kids, we hated things our sisters did
backyard summer pools and christmases were beautiful
and the sentiment of coloured mirrored ornaments
and the open drapes
look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
Chorus 2:
Have you forgotten how to love yourself? x6