Written by Foxygen
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D C G
Im sending you knew this photograph of me in my new car
D C G
But I hate to say I miss you cause you dont need me anymore
D C G
I politely say I miss you but we know you dont mean that anymore
D C G
Like when the toc tic finally caught you then you weaseled through the door
D Em
Through the door of consciousness
D
San Francisco,
Em
Oh you think its over
D
Oh you make it so long on me
Em
Someone who smokes pot in the summer
D
Pot in the Summer with me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
Oh you so destructive to me
D A G
No destruction in the waking hour
D A G
No destruction in the waking window
D A G
No destruction in the waking hour
D A G F# F
No corruption on the mountain high
"Same for the rest of the song."
Im talking to my grandma who lost her arms in the war
The aliens and armory that bond hers to Gods door
Now you think that I dont know but I know you to know quite well
That I caught you sipping milkshakes in the parlor of the hotel
Theres no need to be an asshole, youre not in Brooklyn anymore
You may take what you are given but you leave it on the floor
And I know youre gonna try to take my big mouse
Take the panels off my greenhouse
Oh but the door of consciousness isnt open anymore
Oh you think its over, oh its over with me
Someone who smokes pot in the summer
Pot in the Summer with me
Oh destructo, youre so destructive
Oh you so destructive to me
D A G
No destruction in the waking hour
No destruction in the waking wind
D A G
No destruction in the waking hour
D A G F# F
No corruption on the mountain high
D A G
No destruction in the waking hour
D A G
No destruction in the waking window
No destruction, no destruction
No destruction?
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