Intro: F     A 


Verse 
           Dm               Bb 
I lost my head going for a crown 
           F                            A 
And it's quite a funny story but I'll never write it down 
             Dm                  Bb 
They switched my blood out with ink 
       F                            A 
Then wrote a book inside me, thus forcing me to read 
         Dm           Bb 
Line by line, rib by rib 
    F                       A 
Improper punctuation is puncturing my skin 
             Dm               A 
And yeah it hurts, but not too much 
          F                     A 
Cuz I've got an ugly cover but who are you to judge? 



[Refrão]
 
      Bb             C 
This open book, an open book 
    Bb     A    Dm 
Another wasted tree 
    Bb             C 
An open book, an open book 
       F      A    Dm 
With dust to cover me 
             Bb             C                     F       A 
I'm just an open book that no one wants to read 


Verse 
                 Dm                Bb 
I've got these hands that I don't want 
           F                              A 
And they shake with every letter as I scribble down my thoughts 
             Dm               Bb 
With sloppy words and sloppy form 
         F                             A 
They end up on crumpled paper I throw idly on the floor 
           Dm              Bb 
But every page is yours to write 
       F                        A 
We're all just pointless stories connected at the spine 
           Dm                    Bb 
And by ourselves we don't make sense 
              F                         A 
But when you put us all together, you start to comprehend 


[Refrão]
 
      Bb             C 
This open book, an open book 
     Bb    A    Dm 
Another wasted tree 
    Bb             C 
An open book, an open book 
       F       A   Dm 
With dust to cover me 
             Bb            A 
I'm just an open book that no one wants to read 


Bridge 
Bb                          C 
This life, it tears us to shreds 
F            Em          Dm 
Thrown on a pile to be burned with all the rest 
Bb                           C 
Just note the raindrop on a page 
F            Em       Dm 
We use our music to distort the words we say 
   Bb                            C 
Cuz I think you'll like me this way 


[Refrão]

    Bb             C  
An open book, an open book 
    Bb    A     Dm  
Another wasted tree 
    Bb             C  
An open book, an open book 
      F        A   Dm  
With dirt to cover me 
           Bb               C 
I'm just another book that you don't want 

     Bb            C 
An open book, an open book 
   Bb      A    Dm 
Another wasted tree 
    Bb             C 
An open book, an open book 
      F       A    Dm 
With dust to cover me 
             Bb            N.C.      
I'm just an open book that no one wants to read