[Primeira Parte]

Bm7
I'm not broken yet
                       F#m
But sometimes it sure feels like it
         G7M
When you treat me like a stranger
                F#7
How do you get cold so fast?
              Bm7
'Cause there ain't much to make me ever walk away, yeah
                 F#m
Guess I love you way too hard
            G7M
But you're breaking my heart with your body language
                 F#7
Wanna feel your hands on my waist

[Refrão]

        Bm7                                                                    F#m
'Cause what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you?
       G7M                                                          F#7
Yeah, there's no point of much anything in the world if I don't have you
       Bm7                                                                    F#m
Said, what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you?
      G7M                                                               F#7
I guess that's my own fault for makin' you my world, now all I feel is blue

[Segunda Parte]

          Bm7
Ice-cold, actin' funny with your phone and
               F#m
Now I can't control my attitude
       G7M
Sorry, if I ruined your dinner party
               F#7
Got my things together, I'll go home
         Bm7
See, I'm praying God will send me an angel
                 F#m
Will the angels bring me back to you?
      G7M
Every single second missin' you is painful
                F#7
I know I could go and find someone new

[Ponte]

                         Bm7
But they would never be you
                  F#m7
Now all I feel is blue
              Em            F#7
All I feel is blue, blue, blue, blue

[Refrão Final]

        Bm7                                                                    F#m
'Cause what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you?
       G7M                                                          F#7
Yeah, there's no point of much anything in the world if I don't have you
       Bm7                                                                    F#m
Said, what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you?
      G7M                                                               F#7
I guess that's my own fault for makin' you my world, now all I feel is blue