Minor Majority - Napkin poetry

^Am I came to feel the ^CLemonheads or ^Gwhatever you wanted to ^Ffeel ^Am When Julianna played the ^Cbase guitar And the ^Gsmoke was to thick to ^Fbreathe

^Dm They came in late ^Glooking like they'd rather be at ^Chome That was fashionable back ^Fthen ^DmEvan wore his favourite tee that ^Gi recall from posters on her ^Cwall Some country dude from ^Fway back when

^Am I knew she'd be there ^Canyway ^G So I didn't care to^F call ^Am A few nervous drinks and^C then we headed back ^G To the posters on her ^Fwall

^Dm Two more weeks of ^Gschool and then we're off forever ^C You might have told me not to ^Fwait ^DmI wrote napkin poetry on ^Gdays skipping towards the summer ^G Another leap of ^Ffaith

^Am Fall brings out the ^Cbest in me ^G The cold recites inside my ^Fchest ^Am When the leaves pile up in ^Cheaps around the threes ^G And i end up my ^Fbest

^Dm No amounts of ^Gcalm can make me forget what i ^Cwant Or the chances that i ^Fblew ^Dm So while i wait for ^Gwinther and for darkness to ^Carrive I long for something ^Fnew

^Am I spin the record ^Cpatiently ^G I like the fact it's not too ^Flong ^Am Julianna plays the ^Cbase guitar ^GAnd Evan still cares for his ^Fsongs

^Dm But i write napkin ^Gpoetry but never about ^Cher or the way we oughta ^Fbe ^Dm Josephine she ^Gslipped into those summer nights but ^CAllison's still happening to ^Fme