[D]Infinite Jest and cinnamon bread Why don't [G]you make yourself at [Em]home?
When you [D]open up, you close me in And [G]cut me to the [Em]bone
Close as a [Gm]kiss on the lip [D]To the southern tip
Un[Em]til you're red in the face Now you've got nothing to [D]say
[Em]Now you've got nothing to [D]say [G] [Em]
[Gm]Spring, summer, fall [D]You were standing tall
Winning [Em]all of your basketball [A]games
You [D]galloped on the piano keys Like [G]a Liberace [Em]fool
You [D]hummed a little out of tune And [G]somehow you sounded [Em]cool
I can't [Gm]lie May, June, July [D]I was a good guy
Then [Em]you came over that day Now I've got nothing to [D]say
[G]I must've [Em]left open the [D]gate [G]Now the dog is running a[Gm]way [D]
If [Gm]this goes on forever Could [D]you ever keep me safe?
Like all the [Em]men you've lovedThe women you've [Em]loved
You tell me [Gm]we're in this together When I [D]know it's not the case
'Cause all the [Em]men you've loved The women you've loved
They all got something to [D]say [G] [Em]
They all got something to [D]say [G] [Em]
It couldn't keep me a[D]way
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