Tom: A
Am
C
F
Gimme, gimme, gimme the truth now
D
Am
C
F
I promise I can handle it if you can
D
Am
C
F
Cause you've been running from yourself for way too long
D
Am
C
So give me any reason not to cut you out
F
D
..You're far too gone, yeah
Am
C
Watch you pretend you know it all
F
D
Shift any blame aside
Am
C
Vending the victim when it sells
F
D
How do you even sleep at night?
D
As I drive and drive
Am
F
C
G
In that bleak December, you're just too cold
Am
F
C
G
But I need the answer, before you fold
F
G
You would hold your cards inside your chest
G#
Am
F
Em
I think I drove too far for that bleak December
Am
C
F
And how full of shit you are,
D
Am
C
F
D
how full of shit you are
VERSE
F
G
Am
Now what are you to me
C
F
G
Am
But a fly inside a web of lies you weave
C
F
G
Am
You're not fooling anyone, not you, not me
C
F
So I wonder how you stay alive
Em
When all I do is freeze
Chorus