Bm  A           Bm  A
                 Bm             A              Bm   A    Bm           A                       Bm           A
You're just one more facet of my imagination,    one more part of me that isn't there

you're just one more part of me that doesn't listen

and you're so thin i could take you in my arms like a twig and break you. It would let no thing out deep within
 

i'm looking at you now and you're so small

and i'm looking at you now; you seem to fill the room

you're just one more part of me that doesn't think before it speaks words of absolute

and utter contradiction

   G                     F7                  Bm       A
i regret the times when i had to talk to you
       G               F7            Bm
and found i had nothing to say
         G             F7                 Bm
and i regret the times i had to look inside myself to 'find myself'
        G                 F7               Bm             A
and discovered that i had gone away

        Bm         A
and maybe i was the only one that didn'r want to get you in bed (right away, anyway)

and maybe i was the one to release your inner secret child

and make you better but i guess you'll never know
 

it's just one more disappointment to cut me, it's just one last shove before i start to drown

and maybe i'm a little strange but i have my reasons because you've left me in the deep

and you don't even know

                   G   F7     Bm           A
and there's so much i could have said
                  G                      F7                  Bm              A
and there's buried treasure underneath the sands of absolution
            G                   F7             Bm
but i'll just be guilty-poor till the end
 

and if i gave you money you'd call me a snob

and if i gave you love you'd call me a child

and if i laid ten roses at your feet every day

you'd say you  didn't think of me because i hadn't been around

             Bm                    A                         Bm           A
and i'm thinking of your name and it's like fire
              Bm                   F#(no1st)              Bm           F#                Bm                    F#                         Bm           A
and i'm thinking of your words and they are ice in my drink, cold to swallow, hard to handle, painful to drink
 

and you're just one part of me that doesn't look before it leaps, a settled sediment of hope among the fallen thieves
                      G              F7       Bm                A                G                    F#                Bm                A
and there was something else but i can't remember, you're in and out my dreams like a pigeon on the wing
   G             F7        Bm          A                 G                    F7 Bm               A
a figment of my disillusioned aspiration, a conjunction of the word and the bone