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 F7+
F7+ 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.
F7+ Bb
But it's not like I would ever recognize fun, anyway, at first glance, if it hit me in the face.
F7+ Gm7
Hello, it's me, the real me this time, the one that's perpetually lost in the wilderness of self
F7+ 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
F7+ Bb
And all the times that you look at me, and I at you, it reminds me I'm not afraid to follow us
F7+ 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 F7+ Bb