Mal Blum - Robert frost

^G I'm not ^DRobert Frost if I ^Bwrote a poem about the ^Cweather it would ^Gstart in my ^Dcar digging ^Bout for an ^Chour and this ^Gtown is all just ^Ddirt and earth and a ^Blittle lie and a ^Cbigger hurt no, I ^Gshouldn't have left my ^Dhouse in the first place I ^Bguess, but I ^Calways go ^Gback to ^Dwhere I'm ^Bmeant to ^Cbe I go ^Gback to ^Dwhere I'm ^Bmeant to ^Cbe

^G so on a ^Dpolar high that I ^Bfound one night it was ^Ccold outside ^G where your ^Dfrozen hands are so ^Bmuch like mine, but they don't^C compromise

now I'm ^Glooking at the ground because I ^Ddon't want you to leave ^BI know it's co-dependent but I ^Cthink it's kind of sweet out of ^Gevery person in this city ^DI could ever meet

^Bleaving feels like losing but I'm ^Clearning what I need

I go ^Gback to ^Dwhere I'm ^Bmeant to ^Cbe I go ^Gback to ^Dwhere I'm ^Bmeant to ^Cbe in the ^Emmorning ^{D C G} in the ^Emmorning ^{D B B}

^C I want to ^Dknow when it ^Emstopped the ^Beye of the storm ^Geverything is ^Dnot what it ^Bwas ^B

^C I want to ^Dknow when it ^Emstopped the ^Beye of the storm ^Geverything is ^Dnot what it ^Bwas and ^CI'm not Robert Frost

^G I wish that ^DI'd replied I wish he ^Bhadn't died I wish a ^Clot of things ^G the day you ^Dlost your dog and I ^Blost my car it was a ^CSaturday

but the ^Gfrozen air and the ^Dfrozen ice and the ^Bbiggest hurts and the ^Cboldest lies are gonna ^Gdisappear like the ^Dmelting point like my ^Bmelting rules like my ^Cmelting life

I go ^Gback to ^Dwhere I'm ^Bmeant to ^Cbe I go ^Gback to ^Dwhere I'm ^Bmeant to ^Cbe in the ^Emmorning ^{D C G} in the ^Emmorning ^{D B B}

^C I want to ^Dknow when it ^Emstopped the ^Beye of the storm ^Geverything is ^Dnot what it ^Bwas ^B

^C I want to ^Dknow when it ^Emstopped the ^Beye of the storm ^Geverything is ^Dnot what it ^Bwas and ^CI'm not Robert Frost

^G I'm not ^DRobert Frost, if I ^Bwrote a poem about de^Ccision it would ^Gstart and it would ^Dend in the same place