Ben Lee - Ripe

^CThe moon sheds^G light across ^Amthe end of the ^Fbed. ^CYou made me wa^Git but now i'm^Am touching your ^Fleg. ^CAnd i remember^G all the littl^Ame things you sa^Fid, ^C"quesadil^Glas, made with^Am cheese" a^Fnd "a rock band who went japanese." ^FSo for once in^G my life, i sa^Cw what i wanted^Am and took a bite. ^FI picked the fruit fro^Gm the tree and it was^C ripe.

^CYour love got ^Gbig, your drug^Ams got worse eac^Fh afternoon. ^CLike bacon at ^Ga bah mitzvah,^Am like a lead ba^Flloon. ^CAnd who's to s^Gay what really^Am happened in th^Fat room each day? ^CI was looking ^Gfor a bride, y^Amou were looking^F for a groom. ^FSo for once in^G your life, yo^Cu saw what you ^Amwanted and you took a bite. ^FYou picked the fruit f^Grom the tree and it w^Cas ripe.

^CAnd all you pe^Gople are the h^Ameroes i'd known^F. ^CWe're staring ^Goff the edge i^Amnto the unknown^F. ^CWe are not the^Gre yet but we ^Amcannot go home.^{F C}So we cry, and^G we sing. ^AmYeah, i remembe^Fr everything. ^FFor once in ou^Gr lives, we sa^Cw what we wante^Amd and took a bite. ^FWe picked the fruit from the^G tree. ^CAnd it was ripe.