Capo 3rd G5 C5 G5 I swear I'm sick of sorry songs and sobbin on the phone C5 G5 and guitars can only distract you from yourself for so long. C5 G5 I Barely recognize the difference there between right and wrong, it come and goes and leaves me broke and God's the only one that knows G5 (mute) it's not my fault I swear to God it's not my fault. G5 C5 G5 D5 I've been losing G5 C5 sleep and drugs and thoughts and time and tiny pieces of my mind G5 D5 that you borrowed without asking me though I don't need them right now, G5 C5 G5 D5 G5 C5 G5 I am so goddamned tired of all the lies we're tellin to ourselves. E5 C5 I keep a box in my room G5 filled with everything that you D5 E5 ever gave me or anything that reminds me of you, C5 I keep it lock out of sight G5 with hopes that one day I might D5 E5 pluck up the courage to sit down and write this letter to you . C5 You'll keep it locked in a drawer by your bedside, G5 D5 E5 you may never read it but it makes you glad to know that it's there, C5 and you'll stare at the words that I wrote G5 D5 with my own two hands words I never had the courage to say, E5 C5 this is life, this is life, this is life G5 D5 E5 at a pace that will crush us all right back to where we began, C5 this is hope, this is hope, this is hope, G5 D5 in the form of a song that no one should ever hear. E5 C5 G5 Nothing for certain though, D5 E5 only one thing I know is true, C5 G5 I got all of these little things, D5 C5 but he's still got you. But don't you know that? [chorus]