Standard (EADGBE)

sit down, and fire away - i know it's tricky you when you’re feeling low

 when you feel like your flavor has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio

 i know you’re way down, you’re fed up with your heavy

 your boots are laced with melancholy, and oceans all your own

Interlude

Continue chord pattern of verse 1 for each verse.

i do like sugar, tender on the brittle, and sticky when spun

and i know my demeanor can go the way

of a furrow left out in the sun

and i try to keep myself in lilies, and flax seeds

oh what a folly, you’re fooling just yourself

sit down and smoke away, i wouldn’t knock it til your in them shoes

watch as our subtlety blows away as a blush it gives way to a bruise

see me, we freely make a trade-off,

a dry rot to take the weight off, swapping boots for red shoes

Outro