Capo 5 




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Count the days, decisions are boring 

so i fold them up, and tuck Them away 

i like you now, but who knows in the morning 

When the alcohol, has fled the brain. 


When i get off work, i need new words to vage war on 

So let's meet outside the library doors 

I'll trade you a notebook and some fresh oxymorons 

for the smiles that tend to throw me of course. 

Dm             C               E                 Am   
      G 
Couse now your just not making sense, my dearest friend under the lens 
Dm         G              C             E         
Am        G 
i got it wrong this time, i found better ways of changing my mind 

There still nothing wrong with love, 

it's just stuck in traffic not thinking of 

The day it will change lanes, but there is only one 

thing that stays the same so i propose a toast to change. 


When spring hits town, let's go out to the islands 

To work on our postapocolyptic skills 

i found a thing that might just keep us on dry land 

my raw affection for you is soon this thing 


As my maps unfurl don't always be pretty 

their polar opposites in light and sound 

your the brightest burn in this whole city 

and i was the darkest boy around 


So once the right corrections made 

you roll your eyes in my cell and mates 

why choose different trails 

on our quest for pure empty taste 


For now let's round up our regrets and our imaginary pets 

and play the same old games but give them new and better names 

i know you like inventing names