She was once
D
mine, that smile that
G
shines
from the glossy m
D
agazine that’s stuck inside the Sunday
G
Times.
She was s
D
o sweet on Christmas
G
Eve,
with the snow set
D
deep, when we went walking through the
G
pines.
I had just been
Em
fired and her first offer had ar
G
rived,
and the New Year would see her
D
flying far away from me,
A
though I didn’t know it at the
D
time.
And it’s a
Em
mixture of dumb jealousy and
G
fear
that I might feel should she
D
appear, just like it hasn’t been three
A
years
And there’s a
Em
distance to her voice over the
G
phone,
and that’s because she stands a
D
lone, while I’m still sitting
A
here
Girl, you see me h
Em
ere, on another quiet
Bm
night,
I will wait until a
D
nother indistinguishable
A
day arrives
out
Em
side, where the light’s even and
Bm
bright,
where my life’s sweet as it’s
D
(slightly disappointingly), just
A
gliding softly
Em
by
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