Chords for Bright Eyes - Waste of Paint

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_ _ I have [F] a friend, he's mostly [C] made of [F] pain.
[C] He wakes up, drives [F] to work, and straight [C] back home [F] again.
_ [C] He wants to cut one of my nightmares out of paper.
[F] _ [C] Yeah, I thought it was [F] beautiful, I put it on a [C] record cover.
[F] _ _ [G] And I tried to tell him that he had [C] a sense [G] of color and composition so [C] magnificent.
And he [Am] said, thank you, [G] please, but your flattery is [Em] truly not [F] the coming [G] me.
Your [G] eyes are poor, you're [F] blind, you see [Am] no beauty [G] could have [G] come from me.
I'm a [C] waste [F] of _ [C] breath, [F] _ _ [C] space, [F] _ [C] of time.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ [C] I knew a woman, [C] she was dignified and true.
[F] And [C] a love for a man [F] was one of her [C] many virtues.
[F] _ _ [C] So one day she [E] found out that he had [C] lied.
_ [F] So [C] she decided the rest of [F] her life from that point [C] on would be a lie.
[F] _ _ [G] She was grateful for everything [C] that had happened.
_ [G] But she was anxious for all that would [C] come next.
[F] But then she [G] wept, what did you [G] expect in that big old house?
[Em] With the car she kept in, such [G] is life, she [F] often said.
[Em] With one day [G] leading to [A] the next, she'd get a little closer to your death.
Which was fine with her, she never [G] got upset.
[F] And with every day she may have left, she would [G] never clean [F] up another mess.
Or fold his [G] shirts, or look her best.
She was [C] free to _ waste [Am] _
[C] away _ _ alone.
[F] _ _
[C] Last [F] night my brother, he got [C] drunk and drove.
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[G] And this cop, he [F] pulled him off to [C] the side of the [F] road.
And he [C] sang, officer, [F] officer, you got the [C] wrong [F] man.
You don't [C] know I'm a student of [F] medicine, a brother of a folk [C] singer, you don't [F] understand.
[G] The cop said no one got hurt, you should be [C] thankful. _
And your carelessness, it is something [C] awful.
_ Oh [G] no, I can't just let you go.
Though your father's name is known, [F] your decisions [Am] now, they are yours [G] alone.
You're nothing but [Am] a stepping [G] stone [C] on a path [F] _ [C] to death, [F] _ _ [C] loss, [F] _ _ [C] shame.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ _ [C] The last few [A] months I've been living with [C] this couple.
[F] _ _ [C] Yeah, you know the kind who buy everything in doubles.
[F] _ _ [C] Well, they fit [F] together like [C] a puzzle.
[F] _ [C] And I love [F] their love, and I'm [C] grateful. _
[F] _ [G] That someone actually receives the [C] prize that was promised.
_ [G] By all those fairy [C] tales that drugged us.
And [Em] they still do [F] me, I'm sick, [G] lonely, no laurel tree, [Am] just green envy.
[F] Will my number [G] come up eventually?
[F] Like love's some [G] kind of [G] lottery, where you [F] scratch and see [A] what's [G] underneath.
[C] It's sorry.
_ [F] Oh, just come on, Sherry.
_ [C] Play again.
You're lucky. _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [C] So I've been [F] hanging out down by [C] the train's [F] depot.
_ [Am] No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there.
[F] _ _ [C] And they [F] remind me of wind-up [C] cars in motion.
[F] _ [C] The way they're spinning and [F] turning and jerking each [C] other off for [F] positions.
_ [G] And I want to scream out that it all [C] is nonsense.
Hey, [G] your life's one track, can't you see it's [C] pointless?
_ Just then my knees give under [G] me.
Suddenly [F] it is clear to see it's not [G] them but me.
I've [F] lost my self-identity as I hide behind these books I read.
While scribbling [F] my poetry like [G] art could save a [G] wretch like me.
[F] With some ideal I do, [G] all the G that no one could hope [F] to achieve.
[G] And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me.
[F] And everything I make is trite and it's cheap [C] and a waste _ [F] _ [C] of paint.
[F] _ _ [C] Take your time.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _
[F] _ [C] So I parked my car down by the cathedral. _
[F] _ [C] Where the floodlights are pouring up out the steeples.
[F] _ [C] Quiet practice was [F] filling up with [C] people. _
_ I could hear [F] the sound escaping as they let go. _
_ _ Sloping off the ceiling at an [C] angle.
_ _ And when the [G] voices blended they [C] sounded like _ _ angels.
I hope there's some room still in the middle. _
[F] _ _ [G] But when I lift my voice up now [C] to reach them.
_ _ [G] The range is too high, we up [C] in heaven.
So I hold my [Am] tongue, forget [G] the song.
Tie my shoes, start walking off.
[Em] Try to [G] just keep [G] moving on with my broken heart.
In my absent God and I have no faith.
But [F] it's all I [G] want to [C] be loved.
[F] As you [Am] love and [F] believe [C] in my [F] soul.
[C] And believe [F] in [C] my [E] soul.
_ [C] In [F] my soul.
[C] _ [F] In my soul.
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[F] _ _ [C] In my soul.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [E] _ _ [C] _ _