Tom :Dm

Dm                                         A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bb9               C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm
There you go again, you cut me off from talking

You bask in the glory, the center of the circle.

All our friends think you are a comedian --

so kind and generous, but I am suffering
Bb9      Csus                       Bb9    C9
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bb9      Gm9
Away from every little thing. 
F
Every little thing.
  Gm9                         Am
I used to love your every little thing.
Dm                                         A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bb9               C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm
You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet,

You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit.

Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around

And make us out to be David and Goliath.
Bb9      Csus                       Bb9    C9
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bb9      Gm9
Away from every little thing. 
F
Every little thing.
  Gm9                         Am
I used to love your every little thing.
F       Gm9                                F
Your arms beneath me, your light inside me
  Gm9                                          F
I used to love your every little, every little thing.
         Gm9                       F
Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,
          Gm9          Am
Now I hate your every little thing.
Dm   C9         Am                                 Dm
Oh    mama I didn't know life was this hard.
Dm   C9             Am                           Dm
Oh    mama my innocence has been tarred
      Bb9                   F5/C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
   Bb9                 F
I gave myself away to you,
  Bb9                    F5/C              Bb9                F5/C
I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground
           Bb9     
It was you I hoped for and
F5/C
us I prayed for and
Bb9                  F5/C
me that I believed was wrong
       Bb9                F5/C                         Bb9
But now my anger is my best friend and careful,
                 F5/C                  D9
I may bite your head off.
A7  Bb9  Csus

Dm11                                       A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
Bb9               Csus
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm11                                    A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker
        Bb9      Csus
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.