I sat down With a sharpened pencil in my hand You were in my head and I had planned To write you into verses, and Immortalize all your virtues for a hundred years to come And then I thought About our tiny little history You once had you struck me as a mystery Now I wonder what I used to see And now this empty paper's screaming that You're just like all the rest Oh oh, oh oh, untitled Oh oh, oh oh, untitled You were real Yeah, I swear I thought I knew you But now my eyes just stare right through you And I don't think I can blame you Yeah, I saw what I was looking for, and pushed aside the rest But I was wrong No, it's not like you're an ogre It's just you're bland and mediocre I am drunk and you are sober This song won't ever write itself and so you best be on your way Oh oh, oh oh, untitled Oh oh, oh oh, untitled Easy come... It's not like art's some kind of charity I guess a true muse is a rarity The kind that gives your mind the clarity To leave that empty page behind Oh oh, oh oh, untitled Oh oh, oh oh, untitled I'm stuck without a spark of pain or joy I feel nothing, nothing I'm stuck without a spark of pain or joy
Tuning: Standard, Capo 3 Verse: C - F - C - F - C - F - G - F Chorus: G - F - C, G - F - Dm - (G or F) Solo: G - C - F - C, G - C - Dm - F
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