Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Ashes to ashes, some dust on the dash
I got my cigarettes
But I can't find the fire, it's calming me down
I was just out on a night with my friends
You are still out on a night with your friends
And you don't seem to tire when I'm not around
I'm under the tunnel, I'm holding my breath
I searched every pocket that hung in the closet
Until I found some matches in a brown leather jacket
One I swore I'd never worn, but it once kept you warm
Do you remember we made love on the floor?
And you still haven't called
So I wait until they're closing the bars
I made a wish but the match never lit
(That's the end of "Matches", then starts "I'm Actual")
Can we take the next hour
and talk about me
Talk about me, and we'll talk about me
Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me
Can we please take this hour
and talk about me
and my hatred for corporate magazines
you know they don't speak to me
The irony is they won't speak with me
(I'm Actual, I'm Actual...)
Verse 2
I placed you on a windowsill
Cut notches up and down the door
My surprise, I woke up one morn
In our bed, In your place lay a note; It read:
(The next part uses simple bar chord shapes, like so.)
Baby your love it just ain't good enough
I found sunlight six hours away
You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
Somewhere far from your shade
Now I shadow my former self
Once holy, now lonely; a chest full of
holes; Red wax, it paints me unclear
when the big hand strikes twelve
I disappear
and the angels are fake and they'll lie to your face
Anything to keep you away
You watered me down 'til I drifted abound
Solo section
It's time I accept the fact
That you on your back has buried the past
Can we take the next hour
and talk about me
Talk about me, and we'll talk about me
Talk about me, and we'll only talk about me
Can we please take this hour
and talk about me
and my hatred for corporate magazines
you know they don't speak to me
The irony is they won't speak with me
That's it! Simple and easy and all that jazz. Enjoy!