Matt Pless - The crayon song

^C It's 3 AM, and the ^Econversation's spent. She's ^Fwaiting on the ^Cbedside wrapped with^Fin the static ^Gwind and she's got ^C powders and pills, chasing ^Ethrills through dollar bills, tracing ^Flines of her re^Cflection with her ^Fsenses so di^Gstilled as she ^Amdrifts on through this ^Gdream. She can ^Cshare her medi^Ecation but she ^Amcan't outrun the rain when clearly ^F here she ^Cstands, with ^Fcandy in her ^Chands, she ^Foffers up the ^Cpixie dust and ^Fseparates the ^Gsand,

^F "It's al^Cright. No ^Fneed to ask me ^Ctwice." She ^Fspins the ring so ^Cshe can sing the ^Ecrayon song to^Amnight. She's ^Fgonna sing the ^Gcrayon song to^Cnight.

^C When she calls you can ^Efind her in the hall. Where she's ^Fscribbling up ^Cpictures she hangs ^Fcrooked on the ^Gwall. She's framing ^C false alarms until her ^Echamber maids have gone, then she'll ^Fsleep beside the ^Cmusic box whose ^Ftune keeps playing ^Gon. Her be^Amhavior seems in^Gsane, cause we ^Cboth now you might ^Eoverdose from ^Amtrying to kill the pain, but lately: ^F here we ^Cstand, with ^Fcandy in our ^Chands, let's ^Fmix us up some ^Cpixie dust and ^Fsprinkle in the ^Gsand. We'll just say: ^F "It's al^Cright. 'Til ^Fonce turns into ^Ctwice. Let's ^Fspin the ring so ^Cwe can sing the ^Ecrayon song to^Amnight." We're ^Fgonna sing the ^Gcrayon song ^Ctonight.

I'm ^Amoff to wander ^Fwith my lover ^Cin her bag of ^Gpretty colors. ^AmOff to wander ^Fwith my lover ^Cin her bag of ^Gpretty colors.

^C Fan the flame and ^Eerase another day, she'll be ^Frunning all the ^Cred lights 'til the ^Fcandles melt ^Gaway along this ^C empty road, where the ^Eflowers never grow, casting ^Fshadows drenched in ^Csorrow from a ^Flife she'll spend ^Galone until the ^Amsunshine sets her ^Gfree. It a^Cppears that you've been ^Edown so long it ^Amlooks like up to me but sadly: ^F here I ^Cstand, with ^Fcandy in my ^Chands, I'm ^Fmixed up with the ^Cpixie dust and ^Fsinking in the ^Gsand and something's ^F not quite ^Cright. Some^Ftimes you should think ^Ctwice. I ^Fspun the rings and ^Cnow I'll sing the ^Ecrayon song ^Amall night. We're ^Fgonna sing the ^Gcrayon song to^Cnight.

I'm ^Amoff to wander ^Fwith my lover ^Cin her bag of ^Gpretty colors. ^AmOff to wander ^Fwith my lover ^Cin her bag of ^Gpretty colors.