Starry Stairs

INTRO:
E / E / G#m / G#m
C#m / B / A / A
F#m / F#m / C#m / C#m
B / B / C#m B / A

VERSE:
               E
They asked for more.
             G#m                   
(What do you think this fan club is
 C#m        B
 for?)
            A                 F#m
I slithered up each rose corridor.
         C#m                   
I kept a warm, safe place at my 
 B      C#m   B
core,
         A
before I lost it.
               E
They asked for blood.
            G#m                    
What do you think this woman's made
 C#m        B
 of?
          A                     
I stuck a small, thin pin in my 
F#m
thumb.
              C#m                  
They dreamt a low, long line to be 
B         C#m   B
crossed--
      A
and I crossed it.

CHORUS:
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     B                             
I'm alive, but a different kind of 
      C#m
alive
                           B   C#m
than the way I used to be.
   B   A

    B                              
I retire to a split white smile to 
        C#m
be seen
                           B   C#m
in an old stag magazine.
   B   A


(VERSE)
And this girl's eyes,
when they were roughly wrenched 
open, I
could see a starry stair up your 
thigh.
You hid behind your hair (oh, but I
saw you were smiling),

(CHORUS)
                B              
while all these guys, all these 
                       C#m
curious sets of eyes,
                           B   C#m
safe behind a TV screen,
   B   A

           B                       
I let them pry, pick apart and hang
            C#m
 up to dry
                           B   C#m
almost every piece of me.
   B   A          B   C#m   B   A

N.C.
(If you don't love me, I'm sorry.)

INTERLUDE:
[SAME AS INTRO / VERSE]

(VERSE)
Oh, what a trip.
Oh, what a shimmering silver ship.
Oh, what a hot half-life I 
half-lived.
And the stripes and stars, how they 
stripped
off of the siding
when my life ripped
off from the part that played as a 
kid
into the part that blazed through 
your lids
to find a warm, safe place and to 
sit,
curled up, inside it.

(CHORUS)
So here's "goodbye," from the part 
that's staying behind
to the part that has to leave,
to the sublime lips that were never 
spoiled by a line,
to the face inside the beam,

OUTRO:
               B   C#m   B   A
who wasn't me.
               B   C#m   B   A
Who wasn't me, oh no no,
               B   C#m   B   A
She's not me,            oh  oh.