Pressed in a Book The Shins
E -> D x5 A
[A]Doted on like se[E]eds planted in rows[C]
The unti[G]ed shoelace[D]s of you life[A]
Nurtured all yea[C#m]r then pressed in a book[E]
Or displ[D]ayed in bad tast[C#m]e at the table[A]
Problems ari[E]se and you fan the fi[G]re
While there's a wi[D]ld pack of dogs loose in your h[A]ouse tonight.
Cut from [E]bad cloth or soiled like soc[C]ks
Add it up and bas[D]ically people never [C]change.
They just talk and make plans in the [G]dark
Or make h[C]aste with ideas that can't [G]help
But creep good people [D]out
As you talk t[G]o me too much you're ass[C]uming
[G]We don't always wan[D]t what's rig[E]ht. [C#m]
[A]Did I strike the r[E]ight set of chords? you're [C]annoyed.
The goa[G]l is to ig[D]nite you then move [A]on.
You feel ill at [C#m]ease. you got no s[E]queeze.
And the wi[D]se cracks won't [C#m]make you more sta[A]ble.
You've learned you [E]lines to scale and to [G]time.
Why must I rem[D]ind you now i'm only less [A]able.
Cut from bad clo[E]th or soiled like s[C]ocks
We're ordinary peo[D]ple we can't help but to cha[C]nge
As we walk and make p[G]lans in the dark
Or make has[C]te with the boy who can't [G]help
But creep good people o[D]ut.
As you talk t[G]o me too much you're ass[C]uming
We don't always w[D]ant what's ri[E]ght. [C#m]
[A]Two fallen sap[E]lings in an open fi[G]eld.
Snow padding g[D]ently on an empty b[A]ench.
An old woman's jewel[E]ry lying unad[G]orned.
Cold nesting rob[D]ins allied for the fi[A]rst time.
I know when you h[E]ear these sappy [G]lines
You'll roll your e[D]yes and say "nice try"[C].
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