Napkin Poetry

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Intro/riff Am - C - G - F
Filler between refrain and verse is Dm - G
Am                    C
   I came to feel the Lemonheads
   G                      F
or whatever you wanted to feel
Am                          C
   When Julianna played the base guitar
        G                     F
And the smoke was to thick to breathe
Dm                   G                                C
   They came in late looking like they'd rather be at home
                          F
That was fashionable back then
Dm                               G                            C
Evan wore his favourite tee that i recall from posters on her wall
                       F
Some country dude from way back when
Am                       C
   I knew she'd be there anyway
G                     F
   So I didn't care to call
Am                         C
   A few nervous drinks and then we headed back
G                        F
   To the posters on her wall
Dm                   G
   Two more weeks of school and then we're off forever
C                                F
   You might have told me not to wait
Dm                       G
I wrote napkin poetry on days skipping towards the summer
G                 F
  Another leap of faith
Am                     C
   Fall brings out the best in me
G                             F
   The cold recites inside my chest
Am                            C
   When the leaves pile up in heaps around the threes
G                  F
   And i end up my best
Dm               G                              C
   No amounts of calm can make me forget what i want
                      F
Or the chances that i blew
Dm                     G                           C
   So while i wait for winther and for darkness to arrive
                     F
I long for something new
Am                   C
   I spin the record patiently
G                               F
   I like the fact it's not too long
Am                    C
   Julianna plays the base guitar
G                            F
And Evan still cares for his songs
Dm                    G                      C
   But i write napkin poetry but never about her
                     F
or the way we oughta be
Dm               G
   Josephine she slipped into those summer nights
    C                            F
but Allison's still happening to me