Verses:
G
And I could never tell as a kid 

What that window door went to

Only told to stay away
Bm7
I almost had an accident at age 6

When I found the key in the attic
G
And now the smell of these wood frames

Is the only sense I've left
Bm7
So as you pull me from the bed

Tell me I look stunning and cadaverous


G Bm7 A few times

G
And since you are my friend

I would ask that you lower me down slow

And tell the man in the black cloak
Bm7
He doesn't need to trouble his good soul

With those latin conjugations
G
And if it's all the same to them

You should tell your gathering friends
Bm7
Please not to purse their faces grim

On such a lovely sunday

Chorus:
G
Don't fix my smile, life is long enough
Bm7
We will put this flesh into the ground again 

Repeat chorus as needed