Miss You

C                   G
Is it my imagination?
                              Am
Is it something that I'm taking?
                            F
All the smiles that I'm faking
"Everything is great
Everything is fucking great"

  C                    G
Going out every weekend
                                 Am
Staring at the stars or the ceiling
                                 F
Hollywood friends, gotta see them
Such a good time
I believe it this time

C
Tuesday night
        G
Glazed over eyes
       Am               F
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

 C                G
We're dancing on tables
                 Am
And I'm off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn't get better they say

                        G
We're singing 'til last call
                    Am
And it's all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there's 
             F
something wrong
And it hits me when the lights go 
Fm
on
Shit, maybe I miss you

                          G
Just like that and I'm sober
                             Am
I'm asking myself: Is it over?
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                                F
Maybe I was lying when I told you
"Everything is great
Everything is fucking great"

 C                               
And all of these thoughts and the 
         G
feelings
Cheers to that if you don't need 
   Am
them
I've been checking my phone all 
     F
evening
Such a good time
I believe it this time

C
Tuesday night
        G
Glazed over eyes
       Am               F
Just one more pint or five
Does it even matter anyway?

 C                G
We're dancing on tables
                 Am
And I'm off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn't get better, they say

                        G
We're singing 'til last call
                    Am
And it's all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there's 
             F
something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go 
Fm
on
Shit, maybe I miss you

C                              
Now I'm asking my friends how to 
                 G
say, "I'm sorry"
G                                 
They say: Lad, give it time, 
               Am
there's no need to worry
 Am
And we can't even be on the phone 
now
  F
And can't even be with you alone now

       C
Oh how, shit changes
            G                  Am
We were in love,now we're strangers
When I feel it coming up, I just 
throw it all away
 G
Get another two shots 'cause it 
doesn't matter anyway

 C                G
We're dancing on tables
                 Am
And I'm off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn't get better they say

                        G
We're singing 'til last call
                    Am
And it's all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there's 
             F
something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go 
Fm
on

 C                G
We're dancing on tables
                 Am
And I'm off my face
                F
With all of my people
                                  C
And it couldn't get better, they say

                        G
We're singing 'til last call
                    Am
And it's all out of tune
Should be laughing, but there's 
             F
something wrong
And it hits you when the lights go 
Fm
on
Shit, maybe I miss you