Paper Hearts Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][Em][G]
[C][G][D][G]
[D][G]
[C][G][D]

[Verse 1]
[Em]To be born as anyt[G]hing but this
The dying wish of a dinosaur's dish
Of no use, a shitty [D]gift like a [G]single slipper
I go diffuse in city [D]quick
like the little dipper

[Verse 2]
She's [D]cute with [G]little tit[D]ties
and a sense of hu[G]mor
[D]But to tell you the tru[G]th,
sir, I pity the poor fool
Her [D]fruitless in a hol[Bm]ster and
clueless in a kiss
I'm older than death,
[D]vulgar [G]with unfresh breath
[D]During

[Verse 3]
[G]sex I might put us
in some joke positions
But it's [Em]scary [G]always how we
end up in mission
[D]Eerily Like the daring men who
[Bm]fight to submission
Barely [D]conscious there to [Bm]care
about the [D]split decision
[G]Your sour

[Verse 4]
[C]thoughts you wield at me,
you [G]wring out your melon
But [Am]it yields only [G]drops like
an unripe lemon
[Bm]All a man can understand
is your bad intentions
The [D]less you talk the more you
draw [G]and seal an ending

[Verse 5]
Keep [G]leafing through the glossary
Sitting there puffing weed
Telling me repeatedly all the
things you want to be
The [D]thug's just a boy once my
[G]money in the bag[D]s
Is your love but a ploy like
Bugs [G]Bunny [D]in drag?

[Verse 6]
I [C]leave my lungs [G]open,
exposed to the whole crew
[C]While you sneak a [G]bump and smoke
cloves in the coat [Em]room
[Bm]Itching like a local ho,
[G]wishing like [Bm]Pinocchio
The [D]wind is at my back anew, but

[Verse 7]
still I feel the lack of you
[Em]Oh, you were so heavy in my heart, boo
That soon no longer could
my true heart hold you
[G]And like the[D] angular Etruscan
[G]tchotchke my mom got[D] me
At the Met gift shop in [G]'92

[Verse 8]
Tearing from the [C]brown paper bag
I kept it in when it was new
After I left it overnight when it
was wet with dew
It sounds [Bm]blue and shitty
But of course kid, like the little [D]skinny bronze horse did,

[Verse 9]
you fell through
[Em]You were like a buoy I put
[Am]down in open [G]ocean
But [Em]with no cross staff and no compass
in my pos[G]session
And too [D]far out for a lighthouse
to provide discretion
How could I presume that you'd

[Verse 10]
divine direction?
[C]Must have patience, accept no imitations
Take no paper hearts and fucking
hate carnations
[Bm]Though my home [D]is vacant,
yeah [Bm]I'm lonesome while [D]I wait
That's no open invitation made to

[Verse 11]
hope we make acquaintance
[G]The long walks [Em]home [Am]from the
[G]laundromat
In Pop- Pop's [Em]Holden [Am]Caulfield [G]hat
[D]Alone, lost for certain, dry and pent
Dead bent like a merchant ivory gent

[Verse 12]
Yes, to [C]yet get a spouse and kids,
have a house full
But I'm hard to be around,
and sterile as a roused [Bm]mule
[D](Preemptive nostalgia of the [Bm]possible
[D]but doubtful)
Preemptive nostalgia of the [G]possible but

[Interlude 1]
doubtful
[G]
[C][A]
[G]
[C]

[Verse 13]
And [G]always something
[C]reminds [A]me of [G]you

[Outro 1]
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