Waste of Paint Chords by Bright Eyes

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I have a [G] friend, he's mostly [C] made of paint
[F] And [C] he wakes up, drives to [G] work and straight back [C] home again
[F] _ [C] He [B] once cut one of my nightmares out [C] of [F] paper
[C] Oh, I thought it was beautiful, I put [F] it on a [C] record cover
[F] _ [G] And I tried to tell him that he [C] had a sense
[G] Of color and composition so [C] magnificent
And he [F] said, [G] thank you, please, but your flattery
[Am] Is truly not [G] becoming me, your eyes are poor
Your blinds are [F] seen, no [G] beauty [F] could have [G] come from me
[C] I'm a waste [F]
of [C] _ [F] breath, [C] of [F] space, [C] of time
[F] _ _ [C] I knew [F] a woman, she was [C] dignified and [F] true
[C] And her love for a [F] man was one of her [C] many [F] virtues
_ [C] Until one [B] day she found out that [C] he had lied
[F] _ [Am] And she decided the rest [F] of her life from that point [C] on would be a [F] lie
[G] But she was grateful for everything [C] that had happened
_ [G] And she was anxious, brother, [C] what will come next?
But [F#] then [G] she left, what did you [F] expect?
In that big [G] old house [Am] with the car she [G] kept
[Am] And [G] such is life, she often [Am] said, with one [G] day [Am] leading
To [G] the [A] next, you get a little [G] [F#] closer to your [G] death
Which [F] was fine [G] with her, she never got upset
[Am] And with all [G] the days [F] she [G] may have left, she would [A] never [G] clean
[Am] Another [G] mess, [Am] her [G] folded shirts, her look, her vest
She [C] was free _ [F] [C] to waste [F] _ [C] away [F] _ _ [C] alone
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_ [B] [C] Last [F] night my brother, he got [A] drunk [C] and drove
[F] [C] And this cop, he [F] pulled him off to the [C] side of the road
[B] And [C] he said, officer, [F] officer, you got [C] the wrong [F] man
No, [C] no, I'm a student of [B] medicine, a son of a [C] banker, you don't [F]
understand
[G] The cop said, no one got hurt, you [C] should be thankful
[G] And your carelessness, it is [C] something awful
And [G] no, I can't [A] just [G] let you go, and though your father's name is known
Your decisions now are yours alone, [F] you're [G] nothing [Am] but a [G] stepping stone
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On a [C] path _ [F] _ [C] to debt, [F] _
[C] to loss, [F] _ [C] to shame
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_ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] The last few months I've been living with this couple
[F] Yeah, [C] you know the [F] kind who buy everything [C] in doubles
[F] _ _ [C] Oh, they [F] fit together like [C] a [F] puzzle
[C] And I love [F] their love and I am [C] thankful
[F] That [G] someone actually received the [C] prize that was promised
_ [G] By all those fairy [C] tales that drugged us
And they [G] still do [F] me, I'm [G] sick, lonely, no laurel tree
Just green envy, [A] will my number [G] come up [Am] [G] eventually
[Am] Like love's [G] some kind of lottery
Where [F] you [G] scratch and see what's underneath
[C] It's sorry, _ [F] [C] just one [F] cherry
[C] I'll play again, [F] [C] get [F] lucky
_ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] So I've been hanging out down by the train's [F] depot
[C] No, I don't [F] ride, I just sit and [C] watch the people [F] there
_ [C] And they [F] remind me of wind-up [C] cars in [F] motion
[C] The way they spin [F] and turn in jockey [C]-for positions
_ [F] [G] And I wanna scream out that it [C] all is nonsense
[G] Oh, your life's one track, can't you [C] see it's pointless
Just [F] them, [G] my knees [Am] give under me, my head [G] feels weak
And suddenly it's clear to see it's not them but me
[Am] Who's lost my self [G]-identity
[Am] As I hide [G] behind [Am] these [G] books I read
While [F] [G] scribbling [D] my [G] poetry
[F] Like [G] art could save a [F] wretch [G] like me
With some ideal ideology
That no one could [Am] hope to [G] achieve
[F] And I'm [G] never real, it's [F] just a [G] sketch of me
And [F] everything [G] I've made [F] is trite [G] and cheap
And [C] a waste [F] _ [C] of paint, [F] _ _ [C] tape
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_ [F] _ _ [C] So now I park my car down by the cathedral
[F] Where [C] _ the floodlights point up at the [F] steeples
[C] Choir [F] practice was filling [C] up with [F] people
_ [C] I hear the sound escaping as an [F] echo
_ [C] Sloping off the ceiling at an [F] angle
[C] And when the [F] voices blend they [C] sound like [F] games
[C] I hope there's [F] some room still in [C] the middle
_ [F] _ [G] But when I lift my voice up now [C] to reach them
[G] There ain't just a highway up [C] in heaven
[Am] And so I hold [G] my [F] tongue, [G] forget the song
Tie my shoes, start [Am] [G] walking off
And try to just [Am] keep [G] moving on
With [F] my [G] broken [F] heart and my absent [G] God
[F] And I have [G] no faith, but [F] it's all I [A]
want
To be [C] [F] lost
[C] And believe [B] [C] in my [B] soul
[C] In my [G] soul
[C] _ [F] In my [C] soul
[F] _ [C] In my [F] soul
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