Damien Jurado - Gillian was a horse

^CIt's midnight and I give up I'm tired of lying to you ^{Em/D Am} I will not hold your hand and pretend I'm your ^Clover

Have all been less than a grand ^{Em/D Am} There's no more police escorts or the ^Chigh school welcome bands

^F I'm no lie de^Ctector ^F He's no bull^Cshit talker and ^Em/Dwe both know ^Amwho knows What ^Fshould be ^Cknown to all the ^Em/D aut^Amhors

Now they've ^Cput away the kissing booths The Chapstick gossip's truth ^{Em/D Am} The only donkey they'll be riding boy is the ^Cone wearing your shoes

^F I'm no lie de^Ctector ^F He's no bull^Cshit talker and ^Em/Dwe both know ^Amwho knows What ^Fshould be ^Cknown to all the ^Em/D aut^Amhors

^F I don't care if I'm the only ^Cone who's not ^Em/Dpayin ^F Cos honey I am done staying ^Cup all night ^Gwaitin

^C Now we're all tying the ribbons of worry to your tre^Em/De ^Am Your passing will make the headlines but sadly ^Cno one will read the towns hopeless romantic had his heart on his sleev^Em/De ^Am Died alone in a car park of a ^Clocal library

^F I'm no lie de^Ctector ^F He's no bull^Cshit talker and ^Em/Dwe both know ^Amwho knows What ^Fshould be ^Cknown to all the ^Em/D aut^Amhors