Ebm
she's writing, she's writing

she's writing a novel
B
she writing, she's weaving

conceiving a plot
Db
it quickens, it thickens

you can't put it down now
Ebm
it takes you, it shakes you

it makes you lose your thought


Ebm
but you're caught in your own glory

you are believing your own stories


Db
writing your own headlines

ignoring your own deadlines
Ebm
but now you've gotta write that all again


Db                      Gb
you think she's an open book
B                        Db          Gb
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
you think she's an open book
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
do you? do you?

you want her, confront her
just open your window
unbold it unlock it
unfasten your latch
you want it, confront it
just open your window
all you really have to do is ask

but you're caught on your glory
you are believing your own stories

timing your contractions
inventing small contraptions
that roll across your polished hard wood floors

you think she's an open book
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
you think she's an open book
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
do you? do you?