Standard tuning



--I Box Up All The Butterflies--

INTRO:
E5 , A5 , D5 , A5 , E5

E5
I find it difficult to
D5     A5      E5
Relax in the summertime
E5
With all the flowers in bloom
  D5       A5        E5
I creep across the countryside
E5
With my net and my bait
      D5      A5       E5
And a pocket full of veil and twine
E5
I break the promises I made
     D5      A5       E5
As I box up all the butterflies


   C#5
I ruin everything
     F#5
As I sit in a field of grass
       C#5
In the spring, listening
       F#5
To the beat of its little heart
       C#5
To its wings, struggling
    F#5
For air under an upturned glass
            C#5
And I put a pin through its wings
      F#5 *      F#5
And I bottle it up
  F#5 *   F#5
I box it up
    F#5 *    F#5   E5
And bury it in my heart


E5 , A5 , D5 , A5 , E5


E5
Just as I know my friends
  D5    A5       E5
I also know my enemies
E5
Are the birds and the bees
       D5          A5    E5
And my own little insecurities
E5
I creep around in the dark
      D5       A5       E5
And I tear up all the dandelions
E5
And I break my own heart
     D5      A5       E5
As I box up all the butterflies


        C#5
Tirelessly following
    F#5
Its tiny butterfly tracks
           C#5
Across the field, in the spring
       F#5
With a plastic carrier bag
        C#5
Full of fish, hooks and string
  F#5
I lay a little matchbox trap
          C#5
And I put pins through its wings
      F#5 *      F#5
And I bottle it up
  F#5 *   F#5
I box it up
    F#5 *    F#5   E5
And bury it in my heart


E5 , A5 , D5 , A5 , E5


E5 , A5 , E5 , E5 , A5 , A5 , E5 , E5


  A5                   A5
I folded up its furry wings
    A5                    A5
And opened up its little heart
   A5                      F#5 *       F#5     D5             A5       E5
It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart


E5 , A5 , D5 , A5 , E5 , E5 , E5 , E5


   C#5
I ruin everything
     F#5
As I sit in a field of grass
       C#5
In the spring, listening
       F#5
To the beat of its little heart
       C#5
To its wings, struggling
    F#5
For air under an upturned glass
            C#5
And I put a pin through its wings
      F#5 *      F#5
And I bottle it up
  F#5 *   F#5
I box it up
    F#5 *    F#5   E5
And bury it in my heart


E5 , A5 , D5 , A5 , E5
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