G 
It’s complicated, technically I’m certified 
 
C 
A walking declaration, of everything I couldn’t get right 
 
G 
Time is just an anchor, But 7 years I think I am right 
 
C 
Now you’ve changed your number, it’s like a noose around my life 
 
Em                         C              
Every pill I took in vain, every meal for  
 
your I made,  
 
Am                    C D 
every penny I put away,              
 
C          G                D            
Asking for flowers, is like asking you to  
 
Am 
be nice 
 
Em                    C     
Don’t tell me you are too tired,  
 
Am                 C        G 
10 years I’ve been working nights 
 
G 
My life’s like a picture left out in the sun too long 
 
C 
Now I’m trying to remember all the faces of the names I’ve Loved 
 
G 
And all that’s left of me now is a cigarette burning bright 
 
C 
And a fading memory of all the things I tried to get right