Regina Spektor - Braille

^AbShe was lying on the floor and^Eb counting stretch marks ^Fm7She hadn't been a virgin and ^Dbhe hadn't been a god ^AbSo she names the ^Ebbaby Elvis ^Fm7To make up for the roya^Dblty he lacked

^AbAnd from then on it was ^Ebturpentine and patches ^Fm7From then on it was cold C^Dbampbell's from the can ^AbAnd they were just two jerks ^Ebplaying with matches ^Fm7Cause that's all they kne^Dbw how to play

^AbAnd it was raining cats and dogs out ^Ebside of her window ^Fm7And she knew they were destined to be^Dbcome Sacred road kill on the ^Abway And she was listening to the ^Ebsound of heavens ^Fm7shaking Thinking about puddle^Dbs, puddles and mi^Abstakes

Cause it's been ^Ebturpentine and patches It's ^Fm7been cold, cold^Db Campbell's from the can ^AbAnd they were just two jerks^Eb playing with matches C^Fm7ause that's all they ^Dbknew how to ^Gbplay

^AbElvis never could ^Ebcarry a tune ^Fm7She thought about this irony as she^Db stared back at the moon ^AbShe was tracing her ^Ebyears with her fingers on he^Fm7r skin Saying why don't^Db I begin again ^AbWith tur^Ebpentine and patches ^Fm7With cold, cold ^DbCampbell's from the can ^AbAfter all I'm still a jerk ^Ebplaying with matches ^Fm7It's just that he's not around to^Db play along ^AbI'm still an asshole^Eb playing with candles ^Fm7Blowing out wishes^Db blowing out dreams ^AbJust sitting here and ^Ebtrying to decipher ^Fm7What's written in Braille ^Dbupon my ^Gbskin...

^AbShe was lying on the floor and^Eb countin^Fm7g stretc^Ebh ^AbShe was lying on the floor and^Eb counting^Fm7 stretc^Ebh