_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _
C _ _ _
E _ _ .
C _ _ _ _
E _ _
F _ _ .
_
E _ _
Am _ _ _ _ _ .
C _ _ _
E _ _ _
C _ _ .
_
E _ _
F _ _ _
E _ _ .
_
Am _ _ _ _ _
C The early
E _
C cars _
E already _
F off
E Drawing deep
Am breaths past my door.
C _ And last
E night's phrases
C sick with
E lack of faith.
F Are still
E _
A writhing on my floor _ And it doesn't seem _ _ fair.
That
F your wicked
Gm words are working,
Dm holding me down.
_
A _ .
It doesn't seem right _ to
F take _
C information.
_
F Given that
C close range
F for the gag and
C the bind.
F And the
E ammunition _ brought _ .
_ _ _ _ A
C _ _ .
E conversation
C once colored by
E a steam.
Became
F dialogue
E as a diagram of
A a play for blood.
_ _
C _ Took a
E vacation, my
C palate got
E clean.
Now I
F can taste your
E agenda
A while you're spitting your cut.
_ _ And it doesn't make _ _ sense I
F should fall.
For
Gm the kingcraft of
Dm a meritless crown.
It
A _ _ .
_ doesn't seem right _ _ to
F take _
C information.
_
F Given that
C close range
F for the gag
C and the bind.
And
F the
E ammunition brought _ _ .
_ _ _ It's _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _
A _ _ _
C _ .
_
F not about _
A love, _ .
_ _ _ _
C _ _
F I am not in
A love.
In
C fact I _
Em can't
G stop _ _ _ falling.
_
F _ It's _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
A _ .
_ _
C _ _ _
F not about
A love, _ _ _ _ _
C _ .
_
F I am not in love.
Am _ _ .
C In fact I _
Em can't _
G.
stop _ _ falling _
F _ _ .
_ now.
_ _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ miss _ that _ _ stupid _
C _ .
game.
_
E F What
E _
Am _ _ .
C _
E _ _ _
F _ _
E _
A _ .
_ _ _ _ _
F _
Gm _
Dm _ .
_
A _ _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
_ _
F _ _ _
E _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _
C is this posture I
E have to stare
F at.
That's
E what he said
A when I was
C sitting up straight.
E Changed the name of the game cause he
F lost it.
He knew he was
A wrong but he knew it too late.
But I'm not being fair.
F Cause I
Gm chose to
D listen to that filthy mouth.
A But I'd like to choose why.
F Take all the things that I said that he stole.
Put them in a sax, swing them over my shoulder.
Turn on my ears, step out of his sight.
Try to live in a
E love real _ _ _ life.
_ _ It's _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _
C _ _ _
F not about love,
Am _ _ _
A _ _
C _ .
_ I
F am not in
A love.
In
C fact I _
G can't stop _ _ _ _ falling.
F _ .
It's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
F not about
Ab love, _ _
A _ .
_ _ _
C _ _
F I am not in love.
Eb _
Am In
G fact I _ can't stop _ _ _ _
F falling _ _ _ now _ .
_ _ I _ _ _ _ _ miss _ that _ stupid _ _
E game _ _ _ .
F _
A _ _ _
D _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .