Of Montreal - Spiteful intervention

It's ^Ebfucking sad that we need a ^F#tragedy to occur to ^C#gain a fresh perspective in our ^F#lives ^EbNothing happens for a reason, ^F#there's no point even pretending, ^C#you know the sad truth as well as ^F#I ^EbOh god, the morning light, ^Bsun rays bring my paranoia, ^C#I can't function unless I'm the ^F#only one awake ^EbOoh^B o^C#oh ^F#ooh ^EbRancour of our ^Blast conversation, that ^C#fucking word you de^F#form to Eb B C# N.C. Handicap me, then abuse your advantage, I'm nervous, my soul is returning to crystals ^EbCause your ^Beyes are an ^C#agent of ^F#darkness

N.C.

There's nothing to fight, it's just a bit of fait accompli

I ^F#spend my waking hours ^Bhaunting my own life, I ^C#made the one I love start ^F#crying toni^Fmght And it felt ^Bgood, still there ^C#must be a more elegant ^F#solution ^{Bbm F#}Lately I'm rotted in the ^Bfilth of self-offered ^C#agonies that really should ^F#fill me with ^Fmshame But all I ^Bhave is dramatic energy

^FI lost my page in being the black-stamped disciple in your heart collage Eb B C# N.C. Feels wrong to celebrate, we need to suffer more, face our puerility, ban Converts that ^Ebvitiate, devise new ^Bstratagems to ^C#disavow our quotidian ^Abcharacter^Bbs

I ^F#spend my waking hours ^Bhaunting my own life, I ^C#made the one I love start ^F#crying toni^Fmght And it felt ^Bgood, still there ^C#must be a more elegant ^F#solution ^Bbm I ^F#know I'm upside-down about ^Byou, your ^C#kindness seems like blasphemy of ^F#some sick edu^Fmcation On the ^Blimits of humanity, so ^AbI profane the ^C#laws of some Victorian garbage, ^Aband listen to you ^C# smashing up my studio again

I ^F#spend my waking hours ^Bhaunting my own life, I ^C#made the one I love start ^F#crying toni^Fmght And it felt ^Bgood, still there ^C#must be a more elegant ^F#solution ^{Bbm F#}Lately all I can pro^Bduce is psychotic ^C#vitriol that really should ^F#fill me with ^Fmguilt But all I ^Bhave is asthmatic energy