Tonight I Feel Like Kafka

      Am
It's two in the morning
      F
And I want to drink wine
 C                      G
Listen to Kurt singing in the pines
F                    G             Am  G
Couldn't be anymore hipster if I tried
 Am
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
F
Don't want to talk
 C                      G
Baby, don't touch me I'm made of chalk
F                   G            Am  G
Fine pink lace and faceless effigies

[Chorus]

         F    E       Am
And it scares me to think that nobody
 F
Looks at me that way
 G
Looks at me that way

[Verse]

      Am
Now I feel like Kafka
        F
With a bad migraine
 C                      G
Wake up tomorrow and my room's the same
F                                 G             Am  G
Want to pierce my nipples and go dancing in the rain
      Am
No more cyanide kisses,
      F
I’m methylene blue
 C                      G
I love everyone but especially you
F                            G             Am  G
Want to go ahead and pack a picnic just for two

[Chorus]

         F    E       Am
But it scares me to think that you, baby
        F
Don't look at me that way
        G
Don't look at me that way