The Decemberists - Dear avery

Dear ^FAvery, I think of you ^Bbmonly Were you w^Faiting, were you dead on the ^Bbmvine Oh ^FAvery, I think of you ^Bbmlonely I could just ^Fgrab you by the nape of your n^Bbmeck

There are ^Ctimes life will ^Bbrattle your bones and will b^Fend your limbs You'll still ^Cfind a way, the ^Bbboy you've never been ^F So you ^Cbend back, and ^Bbshake at the frame of the f^Frame you've made ^BbDon't you s^Chake a^Bblone, please Av^Gmery-y-y-y co^Cme hom^Fe

Heads^Ftrong, you and your ^Bbmlong arms Listing l^Fazily on the cusp of your ^Bbmteeth You were my A^Fvery and when you needed ^Bbmsaving I could just ^Fgrab you by the nape of your ^Bbmneck