Intro: Bbm Ab F# Gm D 
       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