F  Am
F  Am

[Verse 1]
F                       Am
I wrote my story in the sand
F                                     Am
Walked away in shoes that were second hand
F                      Am
I put my pain inside a box
             F                               Am
I'll feel it later when I finally change the locks

[Verse 2]
F                             Am
Yeah, I watched ‘em drop like flies
     F                         Am
Like dominoes falling across my mind
F                            Am
Gonna need a better place to hide
F                                      Am
'Cause nothing's safe here, nothing is alright

[Chorus]
C                             G
All these years it was me and you
             Am                     F
You were the dynamite and I was the fuse
C                                G
If you're gonna make me pick and choose
Am                                    F
I know that I'm gonna have to cut you loose

[Verse 3]
F                                   Am
I threw the apple as far as I could see
      F                                      Am
Yeah, there's no shade here under the family tree
F                                Am
Yeah, there's no use crying here alone
F                                  Am
We both know where they buried the bones

[Chorus]
C                             G
All these years it was me and you
             Am                     F
You were the dynamite and I was the fuse
C                                G
If you're gonna make me pick and choose
Am                                    F
I know that I'm gonna have to cut you loose
C                    G
Hello pain my oldest friend
                Am                           F
You'd wrap your arms around me to the bitter end
C                                G
If you're gonna make me pick and choose
  Am                                  F
I know that I'm gonna have to cut you loose

[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
F                                         Am
I've been running since I was seven years old
      F                                     Am
Dug a hole to China, reached the California sands
F                      Am
I put my pain inside a box
            F                              Am
I guess I'll finally put it in some bigger hands

[Chorus]
C                             G
All these years it was me and you
Am                                  F
You were the dynamite and I was the fuse
C                                G
If you're gonna make me pick and choose
  Am                                  F
I know that I'm gonna have to cut you loose
C                    G
Hello pain my oldest friend
Am                                           F
You'd wrap your arms around me to the bitter end
C                          G
But I won't wear you for a noose
Am                                      F
You know that I'm gonna have to cut you loose