Airborne

Em      G       A

                        Em
You said that you would call me
                     G
And when you didn’t call me
   A
I gave you up for dead
                       Em
So I was working on a backbone
                 G
And chiseling a tombstone
          A
When you called me up and said
                         Em
Through a wall of heavy breathing
                     G
You thought it was relieving
       A
To be out on your own
                           Em
How a voice that used to thrill me
                    G
Could cut me up and kill me
        A
On the fucking telephone

            Em            G          A
You did not even send me airborne anyway
            Em            G                  A
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say

                     Em
It was just another Thursday
                G
Like any other Thursday
   A
Except that we were through
                            Em
We were wading through the concrete
                         G
And digging through the scrap heap
          A
Deciding what belonged to who
                          Em
All the treasure from the good days
                       G
Was going through the last phase
    A
Of yours and yours and mine
                         Em
When something from the yours pile
                   G
Shattered on the floor tile
              A
And you went off like Frankenstein

            Em            G          A
You did not even send me airborne anyway
            Em            G                  A
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say

                            Em
I think it’s clear that I adore you
                  G
I didn’t mean to bore you
      A
Or grind it in so deep
                        Em
I had to place another call in
                      G
I didn’t think you’d fall in
          A
With the company you keep
                          Em
And you tell me that you love me
                      G
But you don’t really love me
       A
You remind me every day
                         Em
When you’re living in a flood plain
                   G
It doesn’t take a hard rain
    A
To wash it all away

            Em            G          A
You did not even send me airborne anyway
            Em            G                  A
Why in the world I hung around it’s hard to say

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