F              Am               F               Am
I wish i could eat the salt off your last faded lips
F                  Am               F               Am
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
F                  Am               F               Am
We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change
F                         Am                                      F
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
F              Am               F               Am
Oh, she's bad

F7M                                  C/B         Am                  C7M
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
F7M                       C/B    Am                  C7M
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
F7M                                  C/B             Am                   C7M
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
F7M                        C/B       Am                  C7M
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

F                       Am                       F               Am
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
F                             Am               F                 Am
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change
F                                       Am             F
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
          Am
Oh, she's bad

F7M                                  C/B         Am                  C7M
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again
F7M                       C/B    Am                  C7M
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
F7M                                   C/B             Am                   C7M
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
F7M                        C/B       Am                  C7M
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck

F                        Am     F    Am
It's in the way that she posed
            F                          Am     F    Am
It's in the things that she puts in my head
                F                Am
Her stories are boring and stuff
             F                Am
She's always calling my bluff
              F                         C7M
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart
        F                       C7M
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
F                         C7M
She puts the weights into my little heart
       F                         C7M
I said she puts the weights into my little heart

 F  Am
                 F   Am
She packs it away

F                             C7M
It's in the way that she walks
              F            C7M
Her heaven is never enough
             F                  C7M
She puts the weights in my heart
             F                         C7M
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart