An Open Letter To A Ruby-Shoed Pixie

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[Verse 1]
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Fond boy, with a flower in his heart
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Only hours from the start
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He's invested all he's got
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So he'll stalk the stocks
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And stock up on Pepto-Bismol
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'Cause he's giving hugs to toilets
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And spoiling his dinner


[Interlude]

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[Verse 2]
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Big rock, with a fire at its core
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If it's buried under layers
     Dm
Then what's it gonna warm?
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I'm tired of knowing not
       A7
What's enough and what's a lot
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'Cause I only remember
    Dm
The feelings I forgot


[Interlude]
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[speak this]
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I think my anatomy's mad at me for 
being so
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Adamantly dramatic and 
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emphatically infatuated, in fact
I'd rather be glad we waited until 
         D7
after we graduated

Than be packing our bags, half 
saturated and sadly debating it
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Maybe it's lazy of me to sedate our 
relationship
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And date the creations I made with
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 it, but baby

A baby needs something to play with 
and glue to
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When you drop out halfway through 
peekaboo
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You speak in resisted grins, I 
couldn't sleep after leaving them
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I didn't eat for a week, but then 
         Dm
again I've always been weak and thin
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Honestly, I've lost full nights 
                               A7
contemplating these awful rhymes
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Those long drives felt like such 
short trips with you on the mind
I don't think about you that much, 
    Dm
just all the time


[Interlude]
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[piano but you can just do single 
strums]
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May I be meta for a minute please, 
     A7
pin metaphors and similes
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Against the floor in mental scores 
          Dm
and sorely beat them 'til they 
bleed?
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Grey eyes, crowned by solar halos, 
   A7
follow throes of warm tornados
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Blow away those omens made of 
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painful days and poorly made oaths
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And later, I'll grow flowers in 
                   A7
your absence, then go shower in more
 absinth
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Wrap my towel 'round sore abs and 
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then pour hours into mapping out 
just
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How I'll keep this tower from 
     A7
collapsing, while foundations made 
from
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Sweet and sour serenades relapse and
 start relaxing


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