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 (x32010@1) GI (320003@1)wish to feel smaller under your sheets. C (x32010@1) GI (320003@1)wish for the whole truth Am (x02210@1) Gevery (320003@1)time you speak. C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GI'm (320003@1)thinkin' about how you care half as much for me C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GAs (320003@1)I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, sleep... C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GAnd (320003@1)I guess it doesn't matter what I say or what I seem C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GYou (320003@1)stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GIgnoring (320003@1)me the morning after isn't enough C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) Gand (320003@1)I swear I'm gonna cry I'm sick of tryin' to be tough. C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)Am (x02210@1) GAnd (320003@1)my blood won't stick G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GTo (320003@1)the confines of my veins. C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) AmAnd (x02210@1)your heart G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) GIs (320003@1)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
