Bright Eyes - Waste of paint

^CI ^Fha^Cve^F a friend, he's mostly made of paint ^CHe^F w^Cak^Fes up, drives to work and straight back home again ^CHe^F o^Cnc^Fe cut one of my nightmares out of paper ^CI ^Fth^Cou^Fght it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover ^GAn^Cd ^FI tried to tell him that he had a sense ^GOf^C c^Folor and composition so magnificent

^FAn^Gd ^Fhe^G said thank you, please, but your flattery ^FIt^G i^Fs ^Gtruly not becoming me ^FYo^Gur^F e^Gyes are poor, you're blind, you see ^FNo^G b^Fea^Guty ever could have come from me ^CI'^Fm a waste ^COf^F b^Cre^Fat^Ch,^F of space, of time