All Time Low

Now keep my fingers from ^G making mistakes, Tell my ^A voice what it takes,
To ^Bm speak up, Speak up, and keep my ^A conscience clean when I ^G wake. ^A
D Don't make this easy, I ^A want you to mean it,
^G Jasey, say you mean it
^D You're dressed to ^A kill, I'm calling you ^G out, don't waste your time on ^D me
^D
D~
Now there's an aching in my back, a stabbing pain that says I lack,
^Bm the common sense and confi ^A dence, to bring an end to promi ^G ses,
that I make in times of d ^A esperate conversation,
^Bm hoping my night could be ^A better than theirs in the ^G end.
Just say ^A when.
^D Don't make this easy, I ^A want you to mean it,
^G Jasey, say you mean it
^D You're dressed to ^A kill, I'm calling you ^G out, don't waste your time on ^D me
^D I've never told a ^A lie, and that makes me a l ^Bm iar,
I've never made a ^G bet, but we gamble with de ^D sire,
I've never lit a ^A match with intent to start a ^Bm fire,
but recently the ^G flames are getting out of contr ^D ol.
Call me a n ^A ame, Kill me with ^Bm words,
Forget about me ^G , It's what I des ^D erve,
I was your ^A chance, to get out of this ^Bm town,
but I ditched the ^G car, and left you to,
^D Wait ^G outside, I ^Bm hope the air will s ^A erve to remind you,
that my ^D heart is as cold as the c ^G louds of your breath,
and my ^Bm words are as timed as the ^A beating in my c ^G hest ^A
D~
In my chest