Anais Mitchell - The pursewarden affair

^GPercy Pu^Drsewarden ^GOpen up ^Dyour door ^GI haven'^Dt come to break your cadence ^EmOr mix y^Dour metaphor And if I s^Gwore I was no ^Dcritic would you ^Glet me come in^Dside? Would you ^Gwrite your fam^Dous lines? Where you ^Glay your secre^Dt plans ^EmFor suicide by slight of ^Ahand?

And you let me down so k^Gindl^Dy ^AYou don't love me But you don't m^Gind ^Dme

^GPercy Pu^Drsewarden ^GAfter al^Dl your hard traveling ^GThink a ^Dgirl could lay down beside you ^Emwithout ^Dyour world unraveling? In a m^Gaudlin me^Dss Yes, that's m^Gy clothing in ^Da pile Just wanna st^Gay a little wh^Dile Just wanna se^Ge that crooked^D grin ^EmAft^Der the sedatives set i^An, hey

And then we're feeling ^Gfin^De ^AYou don't love me^F I don't ^Gmind^D

^GPercy Pu^Drsewarden ^GI'll be ^Dgone before you wake ^GBack to ^Dthe gallery of failures ^Emto see ^Dwhat I can make of you ^GPursewa^Drden Have m^Gercy on my h^Deart Maybe ^GI don't want^D to call it art Just b^Gecause you n^Dailed it to the wall Maybe^Em I'm a critic^D after all ^A

And you don't have to remin^Gd me^{D A}You don't love me But you don't m^Gind ^Dme