Intro C#m7 Bsus4 B Bsus4 B
Verse 1(half time)
C#m7 Bsus4 B
Tell me a story where we are chained
C#m7 Bsus4 B
We’d live our lives together and not es - tranged
G#m7 G#7 F#m9
I didn’t lose my mind, it was mine to give a - way
G#m7 G#7 F#m9
Couldn’t stay to watch me cry, you didn’t have the time
Bsus4 B
So I softly slip a - way
Chorus 1: (double time)
F#m9 F#m9 C#m7 C#m7
No re - grets, they don’t work
F#m9 F#m9 Bsus4 B
No re - grets now, they only hurt
F#m9 F#m9 C#m7 C#m7
Sing me a love song, drop me a line
Ebm7b5 Ebm7b5 G#sus7
Suppose it’s just a point of view
G#7 intro
But they tell me I’m doing fine
Verse 2:
C#m7 C#m7 Bsus4 B
I know from the outside, we looked good for each other
C#m7 C#m7
I guess things were going wrong when
Bsus4 B Bsus4 B
You didn’t like my mother
G#m7 G#7 F#m9 F#m9
I don’t want to hate but that’s all you’ve left me with
G#m7 G#7 F#m9
A bitter fantasy and a fantasy
Bsus4 B
Of how we ought to li - ve
Chorus 1: (double time)
F#m9 F#m9 C#m7 C#m7
No re - grets, they don’t work
F#m9 F#m9 Bsus4 B
No re - grets now, they only hurt
F#m9 F#m9 C#m7 C#m7
I know they’re still talking demons in your head
Ebm7b5 Ebm7b5 G#sus7
If I could just stop hating you
G#7 . . . (Aadd9) . . .(to bridge)
I’d feel sorry for us in - stead
Bridge:
Aadd9 Aadd9 F#/Bb
Remember the photographs in-sane
F#/Bb Aadd9
The ones where we all laughed so lame
Aadd9
We were having the time of our lives
G#7/C G#7b6 G#7b6
We’ll thank you, it was real bla - st (to chorus 1)
Link:
C#5 C#5 Eb7/C# Eb7/C#
C#5 C#5 Eb7/C# Eb7/C#
Outro: (half time)
C#5 C#5/E
Everything I wanted to be, every time I walked away
Eb5 G#5
Every time you told me to leave, I just wanted to stay
C#5 C#5/E
Every time you looked at me and every time you smiled
Eb5 G#5
I just felt so vacant, you would treat me like a child
C#5
I love the way we used to laugh
C#5/E
I love the way we used to smile
Eb5 G#5
Often I sit down and think of you for a while
C#5 C#5/E
And then it passes me by and I think of someone else instead
D#5 . . . G#5 . . . N/C
I guess the love we once had is officially . . .
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