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[Verse 1]
A                 A7
Fond boy, with a flower in his heart
D
Only hours from the start
     Dm
He's invested all he's got
         A
So he'll stalk the stocks
          A7
And stock up on Pepto-Bismol
D
'Cause he's giving hugs to toilets
    Dm
And spoiling his dinner


[Interlude]

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[Verse 2]
A                A7
Big rock, with a fire at its core
        D
If it's buried under layers
     Dm
Then what's it gonna warm?
    A
I'm tired of knowing not
       A7
What's enough and what's a lot
       D
'Cause I only remember
    Dm
The feelings I forgot


[Interlude]
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[speak this]
A
I think my anatomy's mad at me for being so
A7                                              D
Adamantly dramatic and emphatically infatuated, in fact
                                            D7
I'd rather be glad we waited until after we graduated

Than be packing our bags, half saturated and sadly debating it
A
Maybe it's lazy of me to sedate our relationship
A7                                          D
And date the creations I made with it, but baby

A baby needs something to play with and glue to
       Dm
When you drop out halfway through peekaboo
A                          A7
You speak in resisted grins, I couldn't sleep after leaving them
D                                          Dm
I didn't eat for a week, but then again I've always been weak and thin
 A                                                            A7
Honestly, I've lost full nights contemplating these awful rhymes
                             D
Those long drives felt like such short trips with you on the mind
                                       Dm
I don't think about you that much, just all the time


[Interlude]
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[piano but you can just do single strums]
        A                               A7
May I be meta for a minute please, pin metaphors and similes
   D                                         Dm
Against the floor in mental scores and sorely beat them 'til they bleed?
      A                               A7
Grey eyes, crowned by solar halos, follow throes of warm tornados
D                             Dm
Blow away those omens made of painful days and poorly made oaths
                     A                                A7
And later, I'll grow flowers in your absence, then go shower in more absinth
         D                                    Dm
Wrap my towel 'round sore abs and then pour hours into mapping out just
A                                A7
How I'll keep this tower from collapsing, while foundations made from
  D                           Dm
Sweet and sour serenades relapse and start relaxing


[Interlude]
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