The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die - For robin

^CMike called ^Gonce a week ^CAnd ^Cmaj7then he called ^Amonce a month ^AmHe called once ^Gevery few years ^AmWhich turned in^Gto never at all

^FMissing an a^Grtist ^CFor the ^Cmaj7loss of their^Am art ^FIsn’t grief,^G we’re heartbrok^Cen For ^Cmaj7Robin ^Amand hate what he did But ^Greal, true, and private loss ^Am Is so ^Ghard to express ^C I ^Gmiss going with Stephen ^{C Cmaj7} To ^Ambars that serve chicken ^AmWorking with C^Galeb ^AmGetting drunk on the c^Glock ^CAnd to all the ^Gjunkies: ^CCan you re^Cmaj7member me any^Ammore? ^CCan you re^Cmaj7member me at^Am all? ^CCan you re^Cmaj7member me at^Am all?

^F In Oc^Gtober, I ^Csaw ^Cmaj7 How he ^Amcrashed head^F-on With ^Gbeer for blood and no ^Fseatbelt We ^Gkept the notebooks ^{C Cmaj7} He ^Amleft under his bed ^F We ^Gcollected newspaper ^{C Cmaj7} And ^Ammet every Tuesday ^Fnight Gave ^GBrian the sweaters ^{C Cmaj7} And ^AmStephanie got the bike ^F He ^Gcalled once every few ^Cyears ^Cmaj7 Which ^Amturned into never ^{F G}Hearing from him again ^{C Cmaj7 Am}To all the junkies: ^F Can you re^Gmember me anymore? ^F