The Writer chords by Maisie Peters

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

🎸 Verse 1:
D
Do you want me to write you in

Dust 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 how

The 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 else

To 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