Conor Oberst - Gossamer thin

^ARings 'round his^F#m eyes ^ATracks down his ^F#marm ^AHis fans are con^F#mfused and his ^Dfriends are ala^Ermed ^AHis wife doesn't^F#m talk ^AHates when he's ^F#mgone ^ACounts every sk^F#mirt ^Din his new entour^Eage

And they're a^Dll gossamer t^E7hin Left of the d^Aial, boh^F#memians And they da^Dnce, tournament st^E7yle Twirl 'round the r^Aoom, curtsey and ^F#msmile ^AAnd they sit at ^F#mhis feet, ^Aread poe^F#mtry and ^ASwoon wi^Eth each w^Dord ^E7he spe^Aaks

^AShe likes the new p^F#mope ^AShe's not scared of ^F#mhell ^AThey meet once a w^F#meek at a se^Dcret mo^Etel ^AShe kisses his n^F#meck, ^Ashe plays with h^F#mis hair ^AHer screams sound like pl^F#measure, her mo^Dans like des^Epair

And they're sp^Dread gossamer t^E7hin Pushed to the e^Adge, frayed at the ^F#mends And it's ^Dno business of ^E7mine They can love mo^Are than one at a ^F#mtime But they're ^Apushing their lu^F#mck ^AHard but they mu^F#mst ^ARisk ^Eit a^Dll f^E7or lov^Ae

^C#mNow I walk around in some kind of al^Dtered state ^{E F#m}The drink in my h^Dand is starting to sh^Aake ^C#mI get used to it if it has to s^Dtay this way ^{E F#m}A new bunch of flo^Dwers I'll have to ar^E7range

^AI don't want to ^F#meat ^Aor get out of ^F#mbed ^ATry to rec^F#mall what the t^Dherapist ^Esaid ^AEgo and^F#m Id, ^Athe Essential S^F#melf ^AYou are who you ^F#mare and yo^Du are someone ^Eelse

But I'm wo^Drn gossamer t^E7hin Like delicate a^Arch, carved by the ^F#mwind There's a gl^Dass psyche at st^E7ake Throw me a b^Arick, see if it br^F#meaks 'Cause ^Athe mind and the br^F#main ^Aaren't quite the s^F#mame ^ABut they both wa^Ent ^Dout o^E7f this ^Aplace