Jason Robert Brown - See im smiling

^AI guess I can't believe you ^F#mreally came ^AAnd that we're sitting on this ^Epier See, I'm ^Asmiling ^D That means I'm ^Ehappy that you're ^Ahere

^AI stole this sweater from the ^F#mcostume shop ^AIt makes me look like Daisy ^EMae See, we're ^F#mlaughing ^D I think we're ^Egonna be o^Akay I mean, we'll have to ^Dtry a little ^Aharder And ^F#mbend things to and ^Afro To ^F#mmake this love as ^Especial As it ^F#mwas five years a^Ego I mean, you made it to ^AOhio! Who ^Dknows where else we can ^Ego?

^AI think you're really gonna ^F#mlike this show ^AI'm pretty sure it doesn't ^Esuck See, you're ^Alaughing, and I'm s^Dmiling By a ^Eriver in ^F#mOhio And you're ^Dmine ^E We're doing fine ^A

I think we both can ^F#msee what could be ^Abetter I'll ^Down when I was ^Ewrong With ^F#mall we've had to ^Ego through We'll ^F#mend up twice as ^Estrong And so we'll start again this ^F#mweekend And ^Ajust keep ^Drolling ^Ealong

^AI didn't know you had to ^F#mgo so soon ^AI thought we had a little ^Etime Look, what^Aever, if you ^F#mhave to ^EThen you have to, so ^Dwhatever It's all ^Dright ^E We'll have to^Anight

^EmYou know what makes me ^Ccrazy? I'm sorry, can I say this? You know what makes me ^Gnuts? The fact that we could ^Gbe together here together Sharing our night, spending our ^Ctime And you are gonna ^Amchoose someone else to be with no, you ^Care Yes, ^AmJamie, that's exactly what you're doing You could ^Ambe here with me or ^Embe there with them As ^Fusual, guess which you pick! No, Jamie, you do ^Gmnot have to go to another party With the ^A#same twenty jerks you already know You could ^Gmstay with your wife on her f***ing birthday And you ^D#could, God forbid, even see my show And I ^D#know in your soul it must ^F#drive you crazy ^F#That you won't get to play with your little girlfriends No I'm not, no I'm not and the ^F#point is, Jamie That you ^Bcan't spend a single ^A#day That's not about ^D#you and you and ^F#nothing but you ^F#Marvelous novelist, you! Isn't he^D# wonderful, just twenty-^F#eight! The ^Bsavior of writing! ^G#You and you and nothing but you ^G#Miles and piles of you Pushing through^G# windows and bursting through ^F#mwalls en route to the ^A/C#sky! And ^AI

^AI swear to God I'll never ^F#munderstand ^AHow you can stand there, straight and ^Etall And see I'm ^F#mcrying ^D And not do ^Eanything at ^Aall