Phemiec - Fool

^C#Boy, you get my guts tied^G# up in such a twiste^C#d noisy ruckus ^{G# C#}Heaven sent that you are,^G# wouldn’t lift a cla^C#w or cut me off ‘caus^G#e ^C#Rambling as I ever am I s^G#hamble to your chair^C# and stables ^{G# C#}Watch you all enraptured ^G#as you shuffle cards a^C#nd stutter fables ^G#

^BBreak my habit, you’re my^Bbm habit, I’d trade my limbs^G# for one of you ^BTwo legs for two lips, no^Bbmw I’d say that’s a fair ^G#trade, wouldn’t you? ^BDrop my habit, you’re my ^Bbmhabit, I’d trade my habi^G#t to get you back and I’m ^BLike a fool without a cal^Bbmling, like a heartsick f^Bool

^C#Boy, you like to play the^G# martyr, but if I pr^C#ay a little harder ^{G# C#}If I close the window and^G# come back here when^C# I’m not so sober ^{G# C#}If I said it plainly not ^G#in riddle-rhymes, al^C#l cagey, ^{G# C#}Would you answer with a s^G#mile made of bracket^C#s or look at me strangely? ^{G# B}Break my habit, you’re my^Bbm habit, I’d trade my limbs f^G#or one of you ^BTwo legs for two lips, no^Bbmw I’d say that’s a fair trad^G#e, wouldn’t you? ^BDrop my habit, you were m^Bbmy habit, I’d trade my habit ^G#to get you back and It’s^B you and I aga^Bbmin just writing, shiftless^B, click clack clicking^Bbm, grinning ^BLike a fool without a cal^Bbmling, like a heartsi^Bck fool C# Fm C# Fm C# Fm C# Fm C# G# C# G# C# G# C# G# ^C#Boy, you’re on the floor a^G#nd on my fingers, drip^C#ping from my kisses ^{G# C#}Eyes so vacant, would y^G#ou hate it, if I said you ^C#look delicious? ^G# The l^C#aughter dies and rots ins^G#ide me, brother, it i^C#s you all over ^{G# C#}Stay beside me here and^G# guide me, unrequited would-b^C#e lover ^{G# B}Took my miracle, you’re m^Bbmy miracle, I’d trade my brai^G#ns for one of you ^BTwo gods for two voices, ^BbmI’d say that’s a fair trade,^G# wouldn’t you? ^BNeed a miracle, you’re my^Bbm miracle, I’d trade a miracl^G#e to get you back and I’m ^BLeft without a friend, so^Bbmaked to the bone and backwar^G#ds bent I’m seeing shades^B, screaming repent your sickne^Bbmss leave it here for lent ^G#

Now witness, here, a^B fool without a calling! ^BbmI’m a heartsick fool. ^{G# B}Still the fool without a ^Bbmcalling, still a fucking foo^G#l.