Love To A Monster

  D                      F#m      
Lover, now that you've left me, 
                Bm
I'm glad you're unlovely.

                       G         
Becuase if you could take all the 
                D                  
heat in your heart and just hang it
       A
 from you,

  D                      F#m      
I wouldn't be able to bear the way
               Bm
 you cannot love me.

                 G           
It's much easier of me make a 
   A             D
monster out of you.



   D                    F#m       
And so here I go, substituting the
                Bm
 glow from your temples,

                       G        D 
all our sighs and our trembles, 
                 A
and each last letter sent you

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from the cheap little pen of this 
  F#m                    Bm
weak little man- the one singing

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                      G        
- out his jangling, ringing and 
              A                   D
hopefully stinging attack upon you.



      D                     F#m   
Yeah, so here I go, just exploding
                     Bm
 the hope we'll be speaking

                          G      
some day, years from now, seeking 
  D                   A
friendship and understanding.

      D                      
Yeah, I hope you get angry, and 
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hurt, and have the hardest of 
       Bm
landings.

                     G             
And I hope your new man thinks of 
           A                       
me when he sees what a number I did
    D
 on you.



         D                         
I grow tired of this song. Turn my 
  F#m                         Bm
eyes to the blonde in the bleachers.

                        G      
She's a lovely young creature. I 
D                         A
think she's seeking adventure.

                D                  
I think she's ready to see that the
   F#m                        Bm
 world isn't so sweet or so tender.

                         G       
I won't break her, just bend her, 
                A                  
and make her into my new ringer for
   D
 you.



               D                   
I stay in the same comfy town, 
        F#m                        
write the same old songs down, 
   Bm
drive the same streets,

                        G          
seek the same sense of dull peace, 
 D                                 
whisper the same sweet words to the
 A
 chippies.

           D                       
The same walk by the road and where
       F#m                    
 the same muddy snow's finally 
  Bm
leaving,

                             G  
But i'll fight off the spring; I 
                     A          
don't want lovely things,I don't 
                  D
want the earth new.