Tom: Em
G Em
for however many centuries we've said to one another
C Am
that we don't knwow what we've got until it's gone
G Am
and i'm a quite fucked up young girl and i cry tears like big fat pearls
C D7
sometimes i measure love for the living by pretending they've passed on, i'd say
Am D7 B7 Em
oh god, i loved him, oh i loved him, oh i loved my darling boy
C D G G7
and without him i will never be the same
C D B7 Em
perfect eyes, a perfect nose on such a perfect little face
C D G
but best of all, he would take me far away
Am D B7 Em
he was gonna get me the fuck away from either goddamn coast
Am D Em E
this boy was gonna help me learn to take my meds
Am D B7 Em
so when he dies in our real home instead of only in this song,
C D G
i'll put our dusty unused pistol to my head
Am D Em Am D Em
but i hope you have a good break, sometimes that's all that it takes
(do a lil whammy sound for the last Em if you can)
