Bright Eyes - Reinvent the wheel

My ^Cfriend you were a ^Fmodel, a ^Gpriceless work of ^Cart. Boys would ^Cfashion their ^Femotions to the ^Gpattern of you heart. And I ^Cheard you wrote that ^Frecord for a ^Ggirl you loved but ^Cdied. I'm here ^Csewing mine, toge^Fther, just h^Goping you're alive. And I ^Fknow you'll never co^Gme back now to the ^Cworld where people ^Gare. 'Cause you ^Cnever ^Gunders^Ftood what they loved you for.

Now g^Chosts they have their s^Fecrets, and they'll t^Gell them to a ^Cfew. So you can ^Cnever pay att^Fention, when they're ^Gwhispering to you. There were ^Cmany talents y^Fou possessed that I ^Gwished myself to ^Chave. But the ^Cway your eyes would ^Fgloss over, well I ^Gnever envied that. And I ^Fdoubt you'll ever c^Gome back now from whe^Crever it is you a^Gre. 'Cause you n^Cever u^Gnders^Ftood what we loved you for.

I'm sure the ^CT.V. sets will ^Ftell us when someone ^Greinvents the ^Cwheel. Till then I'll have a ^Cmillion convers^Fations about s^Ghit that isn't real. But I'll ^Ctry to breathe in ^Fmeaning dig deep through ^Gevery gasp of ^Cair. Cause I ^Cknow you did the ^Fsame thing for as ^Glong as you can bear. I guess ^Feverything just ^Gcircles 'round to ^Cwhere it was bef^Gore. So I ^Chope I'll ^Gsee you ^Fsoon in some other form.