Key: B
Introduction: Bbm Ab F# Gm D
Bbm Ab
Those boon times went bust -My feet of clay, they dried to dust
F#
The red isn't the red we painted
Gm D
It's just rust
Bbm Ab
And that signature thing -That used to bring a following
F# Gm D
I have trouble now, even remembering
Gm
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
Bb
And keep on letting him change all my plans
Eb
I'm either so sick in the head
F
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Bm C Gm D Gm
Or I just really used to love him -I sure hope that's it
Bbm Ab
I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch
F#
'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering,
Gm D
It?s just mush
Bbm Ab
And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
F# Gm D
I should have no trouble now to keep from following
Gm
So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night
Bb
And keep on letting him change all my plans
Eb
I'm either so sick in the head
F
I need to be bled dry, to quit
Bm C Gm D Gm
Or I just really used to love him -I sure hope that's it