Jeff Rosenstock - Darkness records

^GBurn my ^DMona ^GLisa I would ^Clike an^Gother ^Dchance To put ^Amstars in her eyes, Fire ^Cpipes in the sky And brass ^Gknuckles ^Don her ^Emhands. She can ^Ambreathe. She can ^Csee When you’re no^Gt watching. ^GThrow a^Dway my ^Gletters I would ^Clike a^Gnother ^Dshot To put a ^Amshine in your smile Make your ^Cnights worthwhile Like I’^Gm with yo^Du when I?^Em??m not I disap^Ampear and reap^Cpear. [ Em Bm Am Am ]x4 I’m made of magic.

^C Shred your ^Gphoto albums ^EmThey’re not gonn^Bma save a^Cnything. Petty ^Gmoments in a ^Dgrave.

^GToss your ^Dnewborn ^Gbaby. He^C deserves^G a bett^Der path Than an ^AmAmbien dream Filled with ^CVicodin dreams Prede^Gtermined ^Dto re^Emlapse Spending ^Gweekends in the ^Embath. He can ^Ambreathe through the ^Ccheeks of the ^Gtauntaun.