Verse 3:
C
Your Midas touch
G
On the Chevy door
November flush and
Am
Your flannel cure
'This dorm was
Once a madhouse'
F
I made a joke
'Well, it's made for me'
C
How evergreen, our
G
Group of friends
Don't think we'll
Am
Say that word again
And soon they'll have
F
The nerve to deck the halls
That we once walked through
C
One for the money
Two for the show
G
I never was ready
So I watch you go
Am
Sometimes you just
Don't know the answer
F
'Til someone's on their
Knees and asks you
C
'She would've made
Such a lovely bride
G
What a shame she's fucked
In the head,' they said
Am
But you'll find the
Real thing instead
F
She'll patch up your
Tapestry that I shred