ukulele intermediate
by FERNSANTANA
| Bb | | Eb | Jeez, that's funny, there's black paint all over the butts of my cigarettes. | Bb | | Gm7 | Perhaps I should clean them, I mean, it could do me even more harm, | Bb | | Eb | But I figured it would hurt my purpose and then again I didn't have the time for that. | Bb | | Gm7 | I had a scary thought about hitchhiking last night playing Jim Morrison's little game called 'go insane' Bb7/G | Cm/G | | Cm7 | || Dm || I smoked all of my stuff and then I had to get more stuff, but, then, once I got used to that, || Eb/F || It was fairly easy for me, babe, I'll tell you this | Bb | | Bb7 | To die of my love for you | Bb | | Bb | | Eb | And I know that I told you I'd deal with this internally | Bb | | Gm7 | But my insides began to hurt and the wine made me puke, on this same floor my tears dried out on | Bb | | Eb | And then, this began to come out with it. I wonder if its related to discovering that I can still cry. | Bb | | Gm7 | And if so, Isn't it a little funny? I tried telling you that from the start. || Cm/G Cm || Fmaj7 || || Fmaj7 || || Gm7 || Though it isn't much fun to me, but then again I'm sometimes numb as a statue, so I figure I've earned that. || Fmaj7 || || Bb || But it's not like I would ever recognize fun, anyway, at first glance, if it hit me in the face. || Fmaj7 || || Gm7 || Hello, it's me, the real me this time, the one that's perpetually lost in the wilderness of self || Fmaj7 || | Bb | | Bb7 | I wonder if that's a part of it, the man had to die once for love so the artist could be born. | Gm7 | Gm | :| | Gm7 | | Gm | Is it true, babe? That you love me? | Gm7 | | Gm | My insides hurt for you, how I love you. | Gm7 | | Gm | But I'm really a fool, you've seen it, too || Gm7 || || Gm || || Eb || And I guess that I actually thought you could change that about me, with your smile || Fmaj7 || || Bb || (Hold/Fade) And all the times that you look at me, and I at you, it reminds me I'm not afraid to follow us | Fmaj7 | Eb | | Bb | Eb | Was that really me there, lying on the floor? | Bb | | Gm7 | If so, I wonder who'll get up this time | Bb | | Eb | And so, my love for you at last consumed the only way I knew how | Bb | | Gm7 | Well, you see, I died here on this floor. | Eb | F Fmaj7 | Bb |