A Poem

F G Bb F F G You are just a bee-sting Bb Swollen in my chest F G Something must have died for Bb You to be my best yet F G A new accomodation Bb To go out on my own F G Civilised the stars that Bb Only shine alone F G Bb I tried, I tried, I tried F G Bb I tried, I tried, I tried F G Bloated beating heartache Bb Your face singes mine F G Mutual decision Bb To disconnect the phone-line F G I reinforce the railway track Bb Which has sometimes stayed F G But I made them too strong Bb For your wild ways, oh F G Bb I tried, I tried, I tried F G Bb I tried, I tried, I tried F G Bb I tried, I tried, I tried F G Bb I tried, I tried, I tried