The Menzingers - Burn after writing

Here's to y^E5ou, the ^E/Ebsame cho^E5rds that I s^C#m7tole From a s^B5ong that I once h^E5eard The same^E/Eb melod^E5y I bo^C#m7rrowed from the void ^B5 I'd rather obs^E5erve than s^E/Ebtructure ^E5a narra^C#m7tive The c^B5haracters are t^E5hin; the ^E/Ebplot does ^E5not dev^C#m7elop It e^B5nds where it begins

It's ^E5on the screen, in^E/Eb paperb^E5acks In ^C#m7section 8 and c^B5ul-de-sacs El^E5ectro haikus and ^E/Ebdrunk son^E5nets Are ^C#m7moving me al^B5ong. Al^Aong. ^{E E}One, two, three, four!^{A E A}

You ^Ecut my hair You left ^G#mred ink everywh^Bere Do my hands tell a st^Aory? Is it b^Boring? You ^Ecut my hair You left ^G#mred ink everywh^Bere Do my hands tell a st^Aory? Is it b^Boring you?^{E5 E/Eb E5 C#m7 B5}

What I'd g^E5ive to ^E/Ebforce your s^E5igh What I'd ^C#m7give to s^B5ee you cry What I'd g^E5ive for ^E/Ebyour ca^E5ress To see your ^C#m7blue cotton dress ^B7Balled up on the floor ^E5 Certain ^E/Ebmemor^E5ies are the p^C#m7roblem Certain d^B5runken lines are the sh^E5ame ^E/EbSeven h^E5undred ^C#m7miles and four years I c^B5an't fight the flame; it bu^Arns. ^AAnd it burns and it burns and it burns.

You ^Ecut my hair You left ^G#mred ink everywh^Bere Do my hands tell a st^Aory? Is it b^Boring? You ^Ecut my hair You left ^G#mred ink everywh^Bere Do my hands tell a st^Aory? Is it b^Boring you?^E

^BWas I ^C#mwishing on s^Eatellites? ^BTell me ^C#mhow you've been d^Eoing that trick ^BI'm just w^C#mishing the fl^Eame away ^BNow I'm wi^C#mshing the f^Elame away.