C                   F            Am 
It's long gone that I carry on from December 
C                   F            Am 
It is no matter, if you remember 
C                   F            Am 
Mold, paper, bad wine, and too much bedside whiskey 
C                   F            Am 
I will roll my heart up 
C                   F            Am 
I will roll my heart up in my sleeve 


Now it is your line 
C                F Am 
I know that I wrote it 
C                F Am 
And if you tell a lie 
C                F Am 
Well, no one will notice 
C                F Am 
And of you and I 
C                F Am 
Well, I was the loudest 
C                F Am 
While you stayed quiet 
C                F Am 
We were surrounded 

C                   F            Am 
It's long gone that I carry on from the winter 
C                   F            Am 
I asked you upstairs 
C                   F            Am 
Until we tangled in my hair 
C                   F            Am 
You were never one for chronic chattering 
C                   F            Am 
Your heart beat pale 
C                   F            Am 
While I flew my colors 
C                   F            Am 
I flew my colors like a sail 

Now it is your line 
C                F Am 
I know that I wrote it 
C                F Am 
And if you tell a lie 
C                F Am 
Well, no one will notice 
C                F Am 
And of you and I 
C                F Am 
Well, I was the loudest 
C                F Am 
While you stayed quiet 
C                F Am 
We were surrounded 

I will roll my heart up 
I will roll my heart up 
I will roll my heart up 
I will roll my heart up