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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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