The other one on here didn't have the whole song, and parts of it were wrong. 
Here's the entire, unabridged, correct version.

C                G
I wish to feel smaller under your sheets.
 C                    G
I wish for the whole truth
Am               G
every time you speak.
C                  G            Am               G
I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
C                      G            Am         G
As I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep...

C                       G            Am            G
And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem
C                G                   Am              G
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
C                G             Am    G
Ignoring me the morning after isn't enough
C                      G           Am               G
and I swear I'm gonna cry  I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

C   G  Am          G
And my blood won't stick
G                  Am     G
To the confines of my veins.
C      G     Am
And your heart
G             Am      G
Is gonna tear mine away.

And I wish to feel smaller under your hands,
though you seem satisfied as you slip mine
down your pants.
And I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
While you lift up my shirt after asking politely.

And I guess it doesn't matter what I am or pretend to be
Cuz it's her you'll always love and it's her I'll always envy.
I want to end this now so dreams of you won't keep me up.
But I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.

And it's hard to find
What I want
When it's buried beneath the biggest rock.
I could pay lots of money
To help lift it with machines
But I'm not sure you'd cooperate.
Not sure you'd come clean.

And I wish to feel smaller
under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth
every time you speak.
And I'm thinkin' about how you care half as much for me
As I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep.

And I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans.
Ignoring me the morning after isn't enough
and I swear I'm going to cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.
Yeah, I swear I'm gonna cry.
I'm sick of tryin' to be tough.

And my blood won't stick
To the confines of my veins.
And your heart
Is gonna tear mine away.
Is gonna tear mine away