Dashboard Confessional

So you ^D5 buried all your ^Dsus2 lover's cl ^D othes
and ^Gmaj7 burned the ^G5 letters ^Gmaj7 lover w ^G5 rote,
but it ^Esus2 doesn't ^E5 make it ^Em any ^Esus2 better.
^Gmaj7 Does it ^G5 make it ^Gmaj7 any ^G5 better?
^D5 And the plaster dented ^Dsus2 from your ^D fist
in the ^Gmaj7 hall where ^G5 you had ^Gmaj7 your first ^G5 kiss
rem ^G5 inds ^Gmaj7 you that ^G5 the mem - o - ries will--- fade.
Dmaj7 E7(no3rd) G5
So this is strange,
Dmaj7 E7(no3rd) G5
our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
Dmaj7 E7(no3rd) G5
where nobody leads at all,
Dmaj7 E7(no 3rd)
where nobody leads at all. G5
And the ^D5 picture frames are ^Dsus2 facing ^D down
and the ^Gmaj7 ringing f ^G5 rom this e ^Gmaj7 mpty ---- ^G5 sound
is ^G5 deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And b ^D5 reathing is a ^Dsus2 foreign ^D task
and ^Gmaj7 thinking's j ^G5 ust too ^Gmaj7 much to a ^G5 sk
and you ^G5 're measur ^Gmaj7 ing your ^G5 minutes by a -- clock that's blinking eights.
^D5 This is in ^Dmaj7 credible.
^D6 Starving, in ^D satiable,
^G/B yes, this is ^Bm love for the ^Cadd2 first time. ^Csus2
Well you'd ^D5 like to think that ^D6 you were inv ^D incible.
Yeah, ^D5 well ^Dmaj7 weren't ^D6 we all once before we felt loss for the first time?
Well t ^D his is the ^G/B last t ^Bm ime. ^Cadd2
Csus2 This is the last time... This is the last time.
This is the last time.