Tom: E
B
E
B
E
What we learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone
B
E
B
E
Past yourself forget the light, things look dirty when it's on
B
F#
E
F#
B
Funny how it comes to pass, that all the good slips away
F#
E
F#
And there's no one around you can remember being
good to you
B
G#m
F#
Shame, shouldn't try you, couldn't step by you
E
And open up more
B
G#m
F#
E
Shame, shame, shame
Verse 2:(same)
F#
E
G#m
We never thought we'd get so troubled
F#
E
G#m
We could never think that much
F#
E
G#m
It should never get this mad
VErse(same)