C Am
	  C									
if you take this away i have no one to escort 
Am
my fears to the place i have built as my fear-fort.  
C										
take this away and i have no one to hope for, 
	Am
no reason to wait through the winter's sad discourse.  
   C									  Am	
no moon-like escape when the night needs a light source.  
	C								    
the look on your face when you loved what i stood for. 
	Am
your smell and your taste like a note on the front door.  
  C							Am
a letter to say i miss those sad arms of yours.  
    C
so i lay in my room and i dream of the colors that 
Am
make water move and a body discover why 
C					      Am
so many choose to lay with a lover.  
G
because just when you think you're getting well
  		   Am
you see the ring around your heart is held by some 
G							   Am			
silhouette turned to walk away but you can tell had a lovely face.  
G Am
C
remember the days when you stayed here long before 
   Am
i had to erase all the pictures of horses 
	  C						 Am
you'd drawn on the space between my night stand and head board?  
   C
so what now, arrange in disappointment order 
Am
old lovers' names as a decorative border on a 
C									Am
window pane while the days just grow shorter?  
	C							   	  Am
or are they the same and it's me that grows colder?  
	   G
like a one kid army of the good witch, 
Am
all alone i raise my fist at the 
G
night on my bike around your neighborhood and shout, 
Am					G			Am
"make me pure, make my heart good."  
C
well a vigil today is held in an airport 
	Am
to remember and save a love that could not work and that 
C						 Am
beautiful face i never did deserve.  
		C
and the ferns died away, the ones that we planted, 
	Am
too many mistakes in the care that they wanted.  
		  C				 Am	
just their skeletons remain now the garden is haunted.  
		C
and i'm wasting away in Georgia but thank god 
	Am
New England's far away, Massachusetts i once loved you 
C													Am
but there's a whole group of states now i dont want to set foot upon 
G								Am
where i found your diary's list of all the things you never did 
	G							 Am
that attic full of feelings hid when you were such a shy kid.  
C
in bed do you lay under an afghan 
Am
humming and wait to find if the day ends without a 
C						Am
massive array of self-deprecations?
	C					Am  
oh no wait, no it's me who does that.  
	C					Am
oh no wait, wait it's me who does that.