Burn After Writing

	  		

Verse 1:
 
D                                      Bm 
Here's to you, the same chords that I stole 
A                          D 
From a song that I once heard 
                   Bm             A 
The Same melody I borrowed from the void 
D                                         Bm 
I'd rather observe than structure a narrative 
A 
The characters are thin; 
D                     Bm 
The plot does not develop 
A                     D 
It ends where it begins 

Link D Bm A (2x) 

Verse 2: 

D 
It's on the screen, in paperbacks 
Bm                       A 
In section 8 and cul-de-sacs 
D 
Electro haikus and drunk sonnets 
Bm                A 
Are moving me along 
Em 
Along 

Link: G D G D 

 
D 
You cut my hair 
Bm                A 
You left red ink everywhere 
      Em 
Do my hands tell a story? 
A 
Is it boring? (2x) 



Link (Palm Muted): D Bm A 

Verse 3:
 
D 
What I'd give to force your sigh 
Bm                       A 
What I'd give to see you cry 
D 
What I'd give for your caress 
Bm 
To see your blue cotton dress 
A 
Balled up on the floor 
D 
Certain memories are the problem 
Bm                       A       D 
Certain drunken lines are the shame 
                Bm 
Seven hundred miles and four years 
                        A       D 
I can't fight the flame; it burns 
G 
Burns, and it burns and it burns. 

 
D 
You cut my hair 
Bm                A 
You left red ink everywhere 
      Em 
Do my hands tell a story? 
A 
Is it boring? (2x)


Outro:
 
D 
Was I wishing on satellites? 
A                      D 
Tell me how you've been doing that trick 
A                      D 
I'm just wishing the flame away 
A                      D 
Now I'm wishing the flame away