Grace Petrie - Aeroplanes and stars

It w^Casn’t all that ^Glong ago that ^Amyou sat weaving ^Fdreams But ^Cthings don’t look so ^Grosy now you’re ^Amthis side of eight^Feen It wasn^C’t all that ^Glong ago you ^Amgazed up at the ^Fstars And smi^Cled because you ^Gknow just who you^Am are. ^F

But sud^Cdenly the g^Good time’s gone an^Amd I just don’t know w^Fhy And w^Chere did all the ^Ggood times go, they^Am never said good^Fbye Well there’s ^Ctoo much damned poll^Gution here and ^AmI don’t see no ^Fstars Look in the mir^Cror, say I d^Gon’t know who you ^Amare. ^F

But you’ve ^Amhad much c^Folder ^Gnights And t^Amhings will ^Fbe al^Gright Alrigh^Ct

^CAnd is it meant to ^Gset me free to ^Amknow you’re leaving ^Ftown To ^Chave no fear, you’ll ^Gdisappear, and I ^Amwon’t see you aro^Fund Well it ^Cdoesn’t make me ^Ghappy and it do^Amesn’t make me s^Fmile Because my ^Cheart don’t take no ^Gnotice of the m^Amiles ^F

And ^Cyou can call me s^Gtupid and you ^Amcan call me na^Fïve, But ^CI don’t think that t^Ghings will be that ^Amdifferent when you l^Feave I’ve ^Chad you sitting n^Gext to me and ^Ambeing miles aw^Fay I think I’ll ^Cbe no better ^Goff if you would ^Amstay. ^F

If I ^Amgot down ^Fon my ^Gknees Asked ^Amyou to ^Fset me ^Gfree You’d say ^Cno

So ^Ctake me and ^Gbreak me darling,^Am do what you ^Fwill ^CFeed upon my di^Ggnity and l^Ameave me with the b^Fill, If we’re ^Chonest, you^G never really ^Amdid anything e^Flse But you’re my ^Ckryptonite, and that’s ^Gsomething I can’t^Am help. ^F

But ^CI’ll get strong and ^GI’ll move on with^Amout too many sc^Fars, ^CLearn to tell the ^Gdifference between ^Amaeroplanes and s^Ftars, You’d get ^Cold and still more^G cold and see the ^Amreason that you h^Fid Was I ^Cloved you in a^G way that no one^Am did ^F

If I ^Amcried my ^Feyes red ^Graw Til ^AmI could ^Fcry no ^Gmore And what ^Cfor?

It w^Casn’t all that ^Glong ago you unders^Amtood the ^Frules Of ^Clove and life and ^Gunrequited ^Amunderdogs and f^Fools But ^Cthat was all be^Gfore the last rule^Am left you on the f^Floor And you don’t ^Cunderstand a ^Gthing any^Ammore ^F

But you ^Amplayed the c^Fards you’re ^Gdealt Ho^Amwever ^Fhard it ^Gfelt And you ^Amsmiled in^Ato the ^Gsky As ^Amshe beg^Fan to c^Gry And you knew ^Cwhy ^G And you knew^Am why ^G