I Guess It All Makes Sense At The End

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  E                      B     A
I’d like to do some calculations
         E                                         B    A
In the hopes that I’ll come to some realizations.
      C#m
My mind is not what it used to be,
                            B
That certainly isn’t news to me,
        C#m
But I want to know how my life was spent
                                       A           B
Now that I know that I’m near the end.
       E                           B             A
So I add, subtract, multiply, and divide
     E                                   B                A
To try and figure out what I did with my life.
           E                   B               E
I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,
                  E                   B                   A                    E
And there’s not much that I would’ve preferred to do instead.
           E              B                  E             B
I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,
              E                    B                   E             B
And, I’m sure you’re curious, almost three years pooing.
           C#m
I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,
          B
That I wanted to kill when I didn’t want to die,
         A
But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,
        E                        A       B       E
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.
  E                                B        A
I spent nearly a full year masturbating,
             E                                   B      A
Second only to the year we spent copulating.
  C#m
I know you’re not a fan of this vulgarity,
                                                         B
But completeness is important for full clarity.
           C#m
I spent more than seven years watching television,
                                          A         B
And how could I not regret that decision,
         E                                          A              B
But I don’t think that I’ll ever know how much time,
  E                                      A             B
I did or didn’t spend lookin’ into your eyes.
           E                   B               E
I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,
                  E                   B                   A                    E
And there’s not much that I would’ve preferred to do instead.
           E              B                  E             B
I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,
              E                    B                   E             B
And, I’m sure you’re curious, almost three years pooing.
           C#m
I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,
          B
That I wanted to kill when I didn’t want to die,
         A
But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,
        E                        A       B       E
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.
       E                                     B                  A
I’ve never known any way but numbers and sums
               E                                             B          A
To understand what we are and what we have become,
             C#m
But like numbers are perfect, that’s how this has been for me,
                                                      B
And I hope that I still give you everything you need.
C#m
Eighty years alive and four eating food.
                                            A              B
Five reading books and fifty-seven with you.
        E                             A            B
Two eyes, one nose, one smile, one life.
    E                           A                 B
It somehow isn’t ever quite enough time.
           E                   B               E
I spent twenty-seven years in my bed,
                  E                   B                   A                    E
And there’s not much that I would’ve preferred to do instead.
           E              B                  E             B
I spent two years chewing, and six months wooing,
              E                    B                   E             B
And, I’m sure you’re curious, almost three years pooing.
           C#m
I spent twenty-five years working for a guy,
          B
That I wanted to kill when I didn’t want to die,
         A
But I spent fifty-seven years loving you my friend,
        E                        A       B       E
So I guess it all makes sense at the end.
        E                        A       B       E
Oh, I guess it all makes sense at the end.
           E                        A       B       E