Arby I Love You

C F C I used to love like that postcard you sent: Am C Am C worn out and ragged, romantic and bent, F Am desperate to reach you to let you know when F G C I’d return to pick up where I left. C F C I used to give away portions of me, Am C Am C hand them to strangers I’d pass on the street, F Am and I still remember how broken I’d be F G C when they wouldn’t give themselves back to me. C F C I met a woman whose head was on fire. Am C Am C G C I embraced her too tightly and quickly expired. F Am Well, you know that she warned me if you get too close you’ll get lit, F G C so I crossed my heart and jumped off the cliff. Trumpet solo; same chords as verses. C F C I’m probably wrong, but I feel like I’ve changed. Am C Am C The blood in my sink’s just an oral mistake. F Am When our skins sting with day-glo I won’t be afraid F G C to say, “You’re alright. I’m alright. We’re okay.” C F C Arby, I love you like Jesus loves wine. Am C Am C I won’t die without you. I won’t be divine, F Am and your toes, yea, your fingers, they function just fine, F G C but they feel awfully holy in mine.