Pistachio

Tom: Am

Am                                                       G
sit down, and fire away - i know it's tricky you when you’re feeling low
          Am                                          G
when you feel like your flavor has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio
            A4                           Em
i know you’re way down, you’re fed up with your heavy
                        Am                              Em
your boots are laced with melancholy, and oceans all your own


Interlude: Am G Am G
Continue chord pattern of verse 1 for each verse. 

i do like sugar, tender on the brittle, and sticky when spun

and i know my demeanor can go the way

of a furrow left out in the sun

and i try to keep myself in lilies, and flax seeds


oh what a folly, you’re fooling just yourself

sit down and smoke away, i wouldn’t knock it til your in them shoes

watch as our subtlety blows away as a blush it gives way to a bruise

see me, we freely make a trade-off,

a dry rot to take the weight off, swapping boots for red shoes

Outro: Am G (repeat during the “oh oh ohs”)