Jonathan Coulton - Better

^C In fact I am ^Csus4sure I can blame it on ^Gyou I remember the ^F/Cfirst big ^Csurprise The ^Gday you came home with your ^F/Cinfrared ^Ceyes ^AmI looked ^G/Binsi^Cde them, but ^Dm7all I could see Were ^F/Ctiny reflections of ^Gme^{C/G G7}

But it's not me it's ^F/Cyou, what you're turning in^Cto Is some kind of ^Dm7something that I never ^Cknew You used to be ^F/COK and I liked you ^Cthat way But I ^Amdon't think that ^Am7/GI like you ^D7/F#better No I ^F/Cdon't think that ^GI like you ^Cbetter ^Csus4

^C You started out ^Csus4small ^C Some gills and some ^Csus4wings and a few extra ^Cthumbs ^C Now you're thirteen feet ^Csus4tall ^C Even when you're a^Csus4sleep your machinery ^Ghums And I'm tired of the ^F/Cevenings I ^Cspend ^GMaking small talk with your ^F/Cnew robot ^Cfriends And their ^Amstupid ^G/Binsi^Cstence on ^Dm7scanning my iris When ^F/Cthey know damn well who I ^Gam^{C/G G7}

And you look like the ^F/Cvictim of a surgical ^Ccrime A little Darth ^Dm7Vader, a little Optimus ^CPrime You used to be ^F/COK and I liked you th^Cat way But I ^Amdon't think that ^Am7/GI like you ^D7/F#better No I ^F/Cdon't think that ^GI like you ^Abbetter