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
