Swingin Utters My Glass House G C G C G While i sit alone in this room C G i've got crates full of sorrow C G even more filled with shadows Am that i fish out and ridicule C G C G C G when i'm feeling lonely. I'm lacking sense, but bound in a very specific direction it's phenomenal and unprecedented it's a chip of the old block and a step up the new ladder. Chorus: Bm C Mr.Scribe, i write to you G pen and penchant aimed Am to pour over a fool C left with no more rhymes C G C G C G i'm poetically franchised. I'm in charge for the day in terminal wanderlust i've excited my worst thoughts exorcised what was lost am i a bad seed sprouting up or am i not? I'm not sure what sad is but listless i'm not my lists are never ending and my emotions aren't store-bought and tears, they either deceive or endear me [chorus] C G i'm your little golden nugget collecting dust C G bored with my own stale and directed thoughts C G in a place where so much life and loves abound Am C it's amazing how little tempts me G C G C G from my glass house.