Little Deaths
[E G A C B] Cigarette on a hot skunk summer's eve We lay around counting shooting stars As I learn a lesson on why you grieve As I learn a lesson, you're so naive Don't you, don't you ever get sad Don't lose everything you have [F# A B] Little deaths on my tv Little deaths on my tv Like an angel trying to breathe Little deaths on my tv ...like a river on his knees. --m.k.