The entire song is based on a I V IV V chord progression. For this song
it's A E D E.
[A] This letter you get it, you burn it, for[E]get it
It's not what I meant to [D]say
You might think me a sc[E]apegrace
Really a fugitive in de[A]cay
I exist here on an acre of n[E]ature
In the diminu[D]tive
But I'll be thinking of you, I would w[E]ager
My favorite hypo[A]crite
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
If axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I want to tenuously ask this question
Out of a census for clarity
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
My porcelain life
My porcelain life
I find it very breakable
My porcelain life
it's A E D E.
[A] This letter you get it, you burn it, for[E]get it
It's not what I meant to [D]say
You might think me a sc[E]apegrace
Really a fugitive in de[A]cay
I exist here on an acre of n[E]ature
In the diminu[D]tive
But I'll be thinking of you, I would w[E]ager
My favorite hypo[A]crite
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
If axed that I reject your protection
Well I abhor captivity
I want to live alone in my little section
So very wild and watery
How to preserve my own mistaken perfection?
Oh you refine vulgarity
I want to tenuously ask this question
Out of a census for clarity
You are a master of the commerce of friendship
So I put all of my feathers on
I wrote you this letter, I send it
And this foul weather is gone
Of your last words to me I am thinking
And of the depth of your eyes
But you can't halt the profound shrinking
Of this, my porcelain life
My porcelain life
My porcelain life
I find it very breakable
My porcelain life
