Bb                       C                          Dm7
Somebody like yourself, true and kind would never understand this aching heart of mine
Bb                           C                        Dm7
Cursing other people yes is what I do best, and so I write songs to pass the time
Bb                           C                            Dm7
I’ve always dreamed of being on TV, to hear the audience lovingly praise me
Bb                              C                    Dm7
For now I guess I’ll make this knife sharp as can be



[Pre Chorus]

          Dm7                   Am
Hear the crash of glass being pounded at
             Bb                        C
The tearing noise of a sheet of paper torn to shreds
         Dm7                 Am
And the setting sun after “goodbye” is said
            Bb
is just so lovely…
      C*
Even that much is plain to see!



[Chorus]

              Bb          C          Am     Dm7
The birds cry out their song in the sunset
            Bb     C              F      A7        Dm7
This empty ache I feel starts to sing a swan song too
             Bb      C            Am
And yet you linger still in the shadows
Dm7               Bb            C           Dm7
Standing on your toes, sky a flaming red hue
                  Bb*             C*
Slipping off my tongue, was my goodbye to you



[Instrumental]

Bb   C   Dm7 x2



[Verse 2]

Bb                      C                            Dm7
I wanted to be seen, I want to love, are these the “dreams” that people talk about?
Bb                                    C              Dm7
Just another beggar begging for it to be, I’m lazy. Hurry and satisfy me!
Bb                        C                      Dm7
Somebody like yourself, wouldn’t get this ugly jealousy that simmers in my chest
Bb                                    C                      Dm7
Always looking for an opportunity to hit and to strike them back



[Pre Chorus 2]


          Dm7                   Am
Hear the crash of glass bottles striking lamps
             Bb                           C
The blaring noise a guitar makes as it’s being slammed
        Dm7                  Am
These regrets with no way to make amends
            Bb
Though it’s lovely
Just the thought, see,
           C*
That even that much is plain to see...!



[Chorus 2]

              Bb        C             Am     Dm7
The words, relentless, beat down upon me
           Bb     C          F     A7     Dm7
December slowly creeps into my September heart
             Bb         C             Am
And in the spring, the mist in the mountains
Dm7          Bb            C           Dm7
Rises in the sky, summer follows behind
                   Bb*             C*
Carressing both my cheeks, as the breeze passes by



[Instrumental]

Bb C Dm7 x2



[Verse 3]

Bb                       C                          Dm7
Somebody like yourself, true and kind would never understand this aching heart of mine
Bb                                       C            Dm7
I’m no good at living but I don’t wanna die, and so I write songs to pass the time
Bb                           C                       Dm7
I feel it everyday, the words, the hate, the sheer disgust of everybody as they look my way
Bb                                 C                Dm7
It’s why I only write songs that hurt other people now
Bb                                 C                      Dm7
And songs without a soul like the one that you’re hearing now



[Bridge]

         Bb         C              Dm7
I wanna drink your words down completely
          Bb       C            F       Am       Dm7
I use my hands to hold them, nowhere to put them in
            Bb           C         Dm7
One day my drought will no doubt diminish
             Bb             C          Dm7*
But until it does, waiting here until then



[Chorus]

              Bb         C             Am     Dm7
The birds cry out their song in the sunset
             Bb   C              F     A7     Dm7
I beg this empty ache, to turn itself into a tune
          Bb        C            Am
And say goodbye to you in this sunset
Dm7              Bb             C          Dm7
Waiting for the night to come drown me in blue
                 Bb*           C*
Slipping off my tongue, is my goodbye to you