Yr Husband Chords

Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Palm Muted

 your huDsband,

 he drinks like a wrEiter,

 but he writes like a baAnker,

 i hope his pens all run dGry. D

you watch him from your cave in the corner,

full moon eyes flame and flicker,

the wild way that i like.

from my part,

i pretend i don't notice

dumb friend you're a poet,

and i could do this all night.

 and i'll stGay like that,

 hands loDcked in my lap,

 what i wEmant jailed up in my Amind,

 until i slGide to sleep

 where you're wDaitin' for me,

 and we Emdo what we want to,

 and shuAt ourselves off for the night.

Not Muted

D Em A G D

til morning barrels in like a brides maid,

drunk and desperate for her day,

drags me out, picks a fight.

and i see i'm alone here

picture frames and a hot plate

stubborn sun spites the hallways

paint chips blink yellow white.

and i'm stretching, in the act of forgetting,

bear teeth and blood letting,

signals crossed half my life.

 and the loGcal grown

sees your notes towards my home,

 dreaming fEmits as we crawl underground,

 and you're sheGdding skin,

so i keep what i can.

 yeah i fEmill up my pockets,

and stuff all that's left in my mouth.

now you are a part of me,

for as long as i sleep.

i could trick myself into a trance,

where were as firm as facts,

and i don't give you back

every morning the sun comes to shuttle you back to your man.

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