[Estribillo]

C
 I told you things that I never said
Am
 You're the golden boy and my worst regret
F                              C
 So I cut the cost and I limit feeling
C
 You were all at once till the fade to black
Am
 Took your cigarettes and poems back
F                                       C
 You were in my hands, now you're on my ceiling

[Primera Parte]

    C
But how's the city been? You get recognized
Am
 At the local bar by the drunken guys
F                                     C
 And the starlet girls, they claw for pieces
C
 Do you give a few? Do you like that?
Am
 Do you freak out or get sad?
F                       C
 Do you go home or am I reaching?

[Puente]

C                             Am
Hey, wait, guess what? Yesterday
                        F
I stopped and played it safe
                   G
Instead of walking straight
            C
To you to say
                  Am
Stay, never mind, okay
                         F
Don't mean it, plus you've changed
                   G
Not much, but just enough
            C
To throw away
                    Am
Fake fantasies and games
                        F
I've lost a year, it's strange
                   G
Composed a hundred ways

To tell you
C                        Am
Hey, what if I took your call
                    F
As more than just a call?
                  G
As writing on the walls
                C
You built this cage
                 Am
Lost color in my face
                    F
You're fair and I'm insane
               G
Hallucination, shame
                  C
Guilt, pain, more pain

                                    Am
(Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain
                                    F
(Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain
                                    G
(Don't let them know we're in pain) More pain

(Ah-ah-ah)

[Estribillo]

C
 I told you things that I never said
Am
 To anybody else, I regret them
F                                 C
 But I'll pack it up and practice leaving, mm
C
 You were all at once till the fade to black
Am
 Till the yellow glow turned a little sad
F                                         C
 You were in my hands, but you're good at leaving