(Verse 1)
[F]I wish i could [Am]eat the salt off [F]your last faded [Am]lips
[F]We can cap the old [Am]times make playin[F]g only logical h[Am]arm
[F]We can top the old [Am]lines clay-making[F] that nothing el[Am]se will change.
[F]But she can read, she can [Am]read, she can read, she can read, she's [F]bad
[F]Oh, she's bad[Am][F][Am]
(Chorus)
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, I'll [Am]never see this face [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]You go stabbing yourself i[C/B]n the n[Am]eck[Cmaj7]
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, and I'll [Am]never see this place [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]And you go stabbing yourse[C/B]lf in the [Am]neck[Cmaj7]
(Verse 2)
[F]We can find new ways of [Am]living make playing only [F]logical harm[Am]
[F]And we can top the old times, [Am]clay-making that [F]nothing else will [Am]change.
[F]But she can read, she can read, she can [Am]read, she's bad[F]
Oh, she's [Am]bad
(Chorus)
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, I'll [Am]never see this face [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]You go stabbing yourself i[C/B]n the n[Am]eck[Cmaj7]
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, and I'll [Am]never see this place [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]And you go stabbing yourse[C/B]lf in the [Am]neck[Cmaj7]
(Bridge)
[F]It's in the way that she [Am]posed,[F][Am]
it's in the [F]things that she puts in my [Am]head[F][Am]
Her stories are [F]boring and stuff.[Am]
She's always [F]calling my bluff.[Am]
She puts the, [F]she puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart,
And she [F]gets in my room and she [Cmaj7]takes it apart.
[F]She puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart,
I said [F]she puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart.
[F] [Am]
She packs it away[F][Am]
[F]It's in the way that she walks[Cmaj7]
Her heaven is [F]never enough[Cmaj7]
She puts the [F]weights in my heart[Cmaj7]
She puts, oh [F]she puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart.
[F]I wish i could [Am]eat the salt off [F]your last faded [Am]lips
[F]We can cap the old [Am]times make playin[F]g only logical h[Am]arm
[F]We can top the old [Am]lines clay-making[F] that nothing el[Am]se will change.
[F]But she can read, she can [Am]read, she can read, she can read, she's [F]bad
[F]Oh, she's bad[Am][F][Am]
(Chorus)
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, I'll [Am]never see this face [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]You go stabbing yourself i[C/B]n the n[Am]eck[Cmaj7]
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, and I'll [Am]never see this place [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]And you go stabbing yourse[C/B]lf in the [Am]neck[Cmaj7]
(Verse 2)
[F]We can find new ways of [Am]living make playing only [F]logical harm[Am]
[F]And we can top the old times, [Am]clay-making that [F]nothing else will [Am]change.
[F]But she can read, she can read, she can [Am]read, she's bad[F]
Oh, she's [Am]bad
(Chorus)
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, I'll [Am]never see this face [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]You go stabbing yourself i[C/B]n the n[Am]eck[Cmaj7]
[Fmaj7]It's different now that I'm poor and [C/B]aging, and I'll [Am]never see this place [Cmaj7]again
[Fmaj7]And you go stabbing yourse[C/B]lf in the [Am]neck[Cmaj7]
(Bridge)
[F]It's in the way that she [Am]posed,[F][Am]
it's in the [F]things that she puts in my [Am]head[F][Am]
Her stories are [F]boring and stuff.[Am]
She's always [F]calling my bluff.[Am]
She puts the, [F]she puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart,
And she [F]gets in my room and she [Cmaj7]takes it apart.
[F]She puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart,
I said [F]she puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart.
[F] [Am]
She packs it away[F][Am]
[F]It's in the way that she walks[Cmaj7]
Her heaven is [F]never enough[Cmaj7]
She puts the [F]weights in my heart[Cmaj7]
She puts, oh [F]she puts the weights into [Cmaj7]my little heart.
