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