The Art Of Learning To Choose

          Am                      Dm
Don't you think you're asking too much of me?
           G                  E                 Am
Don't put that much faith in rusty sieves, oh, love.
           Dm                    G                Em    E
I'd sooner gather the stars, and pin them on your hair.
Am              Dm              G              E             Am
I'm selfishly unsavable, but If I could have anything in the world,
             Dm              G              Em    E
I'd wish for you to stay and never leave my side.

F          C                  G                  Am
But happy endings are pretty lies, they feed to unborn eyes,
F                   C                    G                        E
And the fools who believe are worse than those who sleep with the flies.
Am             Dm                  G                  Em    E
How could I forget you when you've carved your name into my ribs?
Am                 Dm                    G                     Em    E
And, how could you ask such a thing from me, if you want me to live?
F               C           G               Am
Sweetheart, I'm tired of pretending I don't care.
F             C                 G               E
And all of my half-bloomed promises are going nowhere.

Am                       Dm
Trace the sins that have drowned in the water,
    G                  E                Am
But of this madness, I won't go farther.
              Dm            G              Em   E
What fabled insanity do you expect from me now?
Am                      Dm                  G               E             Am
You're the worst ray of sunshine I could've found in this unrequited nightmare.
               Dm                  G                 Em    E
But facing the dawn without you is something I can't dare.

F          C                  G                  Am
But happy endings are pretty lies, they feed to unborn eyes,
F                   C                    G                        E
And the fools who believe are worse than those who sleep with the flies.
Am             Dm                  G                  Em    E
How could I forget you when you've carved your name into my ribs?
Am                 Dm                    G                     Em    E
And, how could you ask such a thing from me, if you want me to live?
F               C           G               Am
Sweetheart, I'm tired of pretending I don't care.
F             C                 G               E
And all of my half-bloomed promises are going nowhere.

Am             Dm                  G                  Em    E
How could I forget you when you've carved your name into my ribs?
Am                 Dm                    G                     Em    E
And, how could you ask such a thing from me, if you want me to live?
F               C           G               Am
Sweetheart, I'm tired of pretending I don't care.
F             C                 G               E
And all of my half-bloomed promises are going nowhere.

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