Maisie Peters – The Writer (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
D
Do you want me to write you inDust off all your features
A Make you perfect G Not that you need it
You’re effortlessly illustrated
A
Colourfully fated for my pen[Verse 2]
D
I can show you howThe world is so much brighter when
A The writer gets to turn it G I’ll give you wings although you say you don’t deserve it
You were definitely made
A
For felt tip sonnets that I’ve kept in way too long[Pre-Chorus 1]
Bm And I know G That paper hearts are fast to break Bm So don’t you go A Away
[Chorus]
D Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time Bm A Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back Bm But could you hold on just a little G While I sequence all my scribbles D A Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send G Gm 'Cause I’m essentially a write-er-er-er-erer D Who never makes it to the end
[Verse 3]
D It's picturesque you’re nothing less A Than a hero from a storybook or five G Think you were made for filling hearts and shoes and time
Think I was made so I could do you justice
A
Don’t trust anybody elseTo write you half as well as I
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Bm Will try-y-y-y-y G To find the perfect shade of emerald Bm A For your ey-y-y-y-ye eyes
[Chorus]
D Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time Bm A Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back Bm But could you hold on just a little G While I sequence all my scribbles D A Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send G Gm 'Cause I’m essentially a write-er-er-er-erer D Who never makes it to the end
[Bridge]
G And maybe when it’s over Bm When the final page is turned D You won’t be perfect A Just be you G D The boy who likes bands with stupid names and high-brow views G And maybe when I’m finished Bm I’ll look down at the image D A G Oh, and magic will be seeping from your finger tips D Somehow I doubt it
[Pre-Chorus 3]
Bm 'Cause I’ll never not believe in you G I’ll always see your best Bm Loving you is a religion A I’m devout I must confess
[Chorus]
D Oh my god, I think you’ve really done it this time Bm A Oh my god, don’t think that I can make it back Bm But could you hold on just a little G While I sequence all my scribbles D A Into novels filled with stars I’ll never send G Gm 'Cause I’m essentially a write-er-er-er-erer D Who never makes it to the end