August

C Em C Em C Em Since you've been sleeping on the old red couch C Em I've been writing all my songs about C Em How we're dying, how miserable I am again. C Em C Em (Ooooh oooh oooh's) C Em I've spent August up til four AM., C Em anxious we won't make it to Seattle, C to start that little family, Em of you and me and a puppy. C Em The worth of my words grows small, they're not heard, C even though I'm shouting, Em I'm emptiness, resounding. C Em C Em (Oooh oooh ooooh's)