G My, my what a Am mess we've made
Bm of our pretty little C heads these days
G It appears a Am heavy wind's blown Bm through here recent C ly
G Best wishes Am have been made for Bm you
You never C had no say it's G true
You have to Am be the cutest Bm gravedigger I've ever C seen
Bridge
D And all your lonely C nights in the city of lights
are much D like all these crowded bars
I C so often find my D stupid C self stumbling G through
Verse
My, my what a mess was made of my head
when I heard what you'd been through that day
It appears a violent storm's passed through you recently
Letters meant to be sent have been torn
The phone lies off the hook, on the floor
All these "I'm sorry"s and "I miss you"s are useless,
I fucked this one up long ago
Bridge
And all your lonely nights in the city of lights
are much like all these crowded bars
I so often find my stupid self stumbling through
Chorus
G Fuck you A C urora,
You D took my only C friend
G And although it's C all my fault,
the D blaming myself had to C come to an end
so I G say:
Fuck you A C urora,
You D took my only C friend
D You wont catch me behind the C wheel
of a D Chrysler C ever G again
Alkaline Trio
