[Intro]
D A Em G
(x3)
[Verse]
D A Em G
And I, it's why I stay up late at night
D A Em G
White cracks on my ceiling come to life
D A Em G
And I, I'm here in body, not in mind
D A Em G
I'm here in body not in mind
[Chorus]
D A
As long as I'm able
Em G
I'll pick up this pen to write
D A
I'll tell all my fables
Em G
Though they seem a bit contrived
D A
Still I'll bus my own table
Em G
Make sure I leave nothing behind
D A Em G
Yeah it's all just another device
[Verse]
Bm A G
We had met in the desert neath an interstate ramp
Bm A
I had made my own path
G
Through the Mojave's wrath
Bm A G
You had your things with you some kind of supertramp
Bm A
For a few nights we camped
G
Shared stories of the past
Bm A G
You said "You're young enough to let it all go
Bm A
The money, women, tainted dreams
G
Its a blood pump full of kerosene
Bm A G
It's a shaky road filled up with all the finer things;
No dramamine -
Bm A G
It's a head on crash to middle age
In a car that you aren't steering"
[Chorus]
D A
As long as I'm able
Em G
I'll pick up this pen to write
D A
I'll call my own fables
Em G
As I see them every night
D A
Spare me your labels
Em G
I saw that man with my two eyes
D A Em G
No its not, No it's not just another device
[Verse]
Bm A G
I think the ones that are close make it sweet
The desert air would parse my lips and
Bm A G
Leave a soft heavy honey
Bm A G
I wake up, cold sweated in February's breeze
Bm A
I forged another tale of nothing
G
Beneath my blue eyes darkened sheath
[Bridge]
G
Bernardino's saint
A
And all his thoughts alone
Bm
His somber thoughts condone
Bm
The outside of me
G
You left me all alone
A
Back to the metronomic
Bm
Ways i went along
Bm
And knew how to be
G
You left me all alone
A
You left me all alone
Bm
You left me all alone
Bm
In a crisis
G
Yeah we've all got our own
A
We've all got our own
Bm
We've all got our own
Bm
Sort of vices
G A G
But, oh
D A Em G
I'm not making this shit up
[Instrumental]
D A Em G
(x12)
[Chorus]
D A
As long as I'm able
Em G
I'll pick up this pen to write
D A
I'll call my own fables
Em G
As I see them every night
D A
Spare me your labels
Em G
I saw that man with my two eyes
D A Em G
No its not, No it's not just another device
[Outro]
D A Em G
(x4)
N.C.
eyyy we did it alright fucking a, i mean gosh darn
And I, it's why I stay up late at night
White cracks on my ceiling come to life
And I, I'm here in body, not in mind
I'm here in body not in mind
As long as I'm able
I'll pick up this pen to write
I'll tell all my fables
Though they seem a bit contrived
Still I'll bus my own table
Make sure I leave nothing behind
Yeah it's all just another device
We had met in the desert neath an interstate ramp
I had made my own path
Through the Mojave's wrath
You had your things with you some kind of supertramp
For a few nights we camped
Shared stories of the past
You said
"You're young enough to let it all go
The money, women, tainted dreams
Its a blood pump full of kerosene
It's a shaky road filled up with all the finer things;
No dramamine -
It's a head on crash to middle age
In a car that you aren't steering"
So as long as I'm able
I will pick up my pen to write
I'll call my own fables
As I see them every night
Spare me your labels
I saw that man with my two eyes
No its not
No it's not just another device
I think the ones that are close make it sweet
The desert air would parse my lips and
Leave a soft heavy honey
I wake up, cold sweated in February's breeze
I forged another tale of nothing
Beneath my blue eyes darkened sheath
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