Okkervil River - Love to a monster

Lo^Dver, now that you've le^F#mft me, I'm glad you're un^Bmlovely. Becuase if you could ta^Gke all the heat in your he^Dart and just hang it from ^Ayou, I ^Dwouldn't be able to bea^F#mr the way you cannot lov^Bme me. It's much easier ^Gof me make a mo^Anster out of y^Dou.

And^D so here I go, substi^F#mtuting the glow from your ^Bmtemples, all our sighs and our t^Grembles, ^Dand each last lette^Ar sent you fr^Dom the cheap little pen of this w^F#meak little man- the one^Bm singing - out his jangling, ri^Gnging and hopefully sti^Anging attack upon yo^Du.

Yeah, ^Dso here I go, just exp^F#mloding the hope we'll be sp^Bmeaking some day, years from now, ^Gseeking f^Driendship and unders^Atanding. Yeah, ^DI hope you get angry, a^F#mnd hurt, and have the hardest of la^Bmndings. And I hope your new m^Gan thinks of me when he s^Aees what a number I did on y^Dou.

I grow ti^Dred of this song. Turn my ey^F#mes to the blonde in the blea^Bmchers. She's a lovely young cre^Gature. ^DI think she's seeking adve^Anture. I think she's re^Dady to see that the wo^F#mrld isn't so sweet or so te^Bmnder. I won't break her, just b^Gend her, and make her in^Ato my new ringer for y^Dou.

I stay in the s^Dame comfy town, write the sa^F#mme old songs down, drive the s^Bmame streets, seek the same sense of d^Gull peace, w^Dhisper the same sweet words to the ^Achippies. The same wa^Dlk by the road and where the sa^F#mme muddy snow's finally l^Bmeaving, But i'll fight off the spring^G; I don't want lovely th^Aings,I don't want the earth n^Dew.