Chorus:
F
I told you things that I never said
  Bbmaj7                  F
You're the golden boy and my worst regret
             F
So I cut the cost and I limit feeling
               F
You were all at once 'til the fade to black
 Bbmaj7                   C
Took your cigarettes and poems back
                                       F
You were in my hands, now you're on my ceiling

Verse 1:
F
But how's the city been?
        F
You get recognized at the local bar
               C
By the drunken guys and the starlet girls
              F
They claw for pieces
                               Dm
Do you give a few? Do you like that?
             Dm         C
Do you freak out or get sad?
                               F
Do you go home, or am I reaching?

Verse 2:
Dm         Bb
Hey, wait, guess what?
F        Bb                       C
Yestеrday I stopped and played it safe
                   Dm                 F
Instеad of walking straight to you to say
                  Bb
Stay, nevermind, okay
                           C
Don't mean it, plus you've changed
                    Dm              F
Not much, but just enough to throw away
                   Bb
Fake fantasies and games
                       C
I've lost a year, it's strange
                   Dm
Composed a hundred ways to tell you
F                        Bb                       C
Hey, what if I took your call as more than just a call?
                  Dm                    F
As writing on the walls, you built this cage
                 Dm                          C
Lost color in my face, you're fair and I'm insane
                                        F
Hallucination, shame, guilt, pain, more pain

Bridge:
                                    Dm
(Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain
                                    C
(Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain
                                         C
(Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain

Chorus:
F                              Dm
I told you things that I never said
                          C
To anybody else, I regret them
                             F
But I'll pack it up and practice leaving (Mm)
                                      Dm
You were all at once 'til the fade to black
                                     C
'Til the yellow glow, turned a little sad
                                         C
You were in my hands, but you're good at leaving
 Este arranjo é a interpretação própria de quem contribuiu, compartilhada para estudo privado, educação e uso não comercial. A música, a letra e a composição de base continuam sendo propriedade dos respectivos detentores de direitos autorais. Para pedir a remoção, veja Declaração Legal.