Cold Fame

	  		

B 
What's the point of fame if it's been abused? 
A 
What's a kid like me even got to lose? 
D 
Here I am on your bed again. 
D 
It's too big for the room it's in. 

B 
Watch your face and laugh just a little bit, 
A 
everybody knows that you're good at it, 
D 
but nothin' hurts like an answered phone, 
D 
drinkin' some, wakin' up alone. 

B 
Maybe if I try just a little more, 
A 
I can take myself from this dirty floor 
D 
and walk through buildings of elegance 
D 
just like you are intelligent. 

B 
But still I fall from grace with this microphone. 
A 
How'd you find yourself if you never roam? 
D 
Certainly, I'm indebted baby. 
D 
Certainly, certainly, yeah. 

B         A                       D 
I know my place but it don't know me. 
B         A                       D 
I know my place but it don't know me. 

B 
No one wants to hear that you're breakin' up. 
A 
It wasn't long ago we said, "Start me up." 
D 
Now all your dreamin' will have to wait. 
D 
While you discern, you'll anticipate. 

B 
Play your 45 records late at night, 
A 
open all the windows, turn out the light. 
D 
Mysterious creatures will fill the room; 
D 
a midnight show just put on for you. 

B 
But still I fall from grace with this microphone 
A 
How'd you find yourself if you never roam? 
D 
Certainly, I'm indebted baby. 
D 
Certainly, certainly, yeah. 

B         A                       D 
I know my place but it don't know me. 
B         A                       D 
I know my place but it don't know me. 

A 
Cold fame in my brain, but 
G 
it's okay 'cause I know it's the best for me.