Block Your Number

A
I remember when we first fell in 
love
D
Symphonies at the bus stop on 
a Tuesday
A
I was wearing blue Nike high tops
E
You were annotating Greek tragedies
A
I spent the next eight months
D
Documentin' my heart in voice memos
A
Tryna' write down my feelings in 
real time
E                           
Part of me knew it would slip 
                        D
through my fingers so quickly
           N.C.
Like it always does


[Pre-Chorus]
               D
I guess I was too much for you
                    E
Or was I just not enough for you?
              D
I can never decide, so I analyze
                 E
Replay all the scenes in my movie 
screen
              D
How I pulled away and you made me 
pay
                  E
That weekend in May, that night in 
July
              D
Blame it on summer, blame it on 
distance
              E
Blame it on me, on all my resistance
               D
To get in so close, I might really 
need you
             E
You're the one person, who might 
really see through
           D
All of my bullshit and all of my 
anger
                    E
That time when you called and I 
didn't answer
             D
So I just relive these 
communications
                E
And then I go back to our last 
conversation


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[Chorus]
A                     E
Now you're leaning against a brick 
wall
 D
With your backpack on baby
A                 E
You look so much older than
D
Than when I met you
A            E
I can't believe its over
 D
I watch our lives untangle
A             E                 D
I guess that this is the part when

I block your number


[Verse 2]
A                            
Sorting through the nuances of 
          D
conversation

Your affliction tells me if you mean
 it
 A
Modern love is so damn romantic
    E                              
The irony of poor connection as we 
             D
talk over FaceTime
           D
What a metaphor
 A
You say I remind you of fiction
D
A remarkable girl but also a 
nightmare
A                               
You found it poetic and sometimes 
   E
magnetic
Until you got sick of my 
        D
psychoanalysis
       E
Like they always do


[Pre-Chrous]
                 D
I'll blame it on summer, I'll blame 
it on distance
                  E
I'll blame it on you, on all your 
persistence
                D
That it's only chances, and it's 
only timin'
                E
And if it were perfect, I wouldn't 
be cryin'
                   D
On the floor of my dorm room, you 
wait in the lobby
             E
And you keep insistin' and I keep on
 sobbin
            D
And I just relive the deliberations
               E
And then I go back to our last 
conversation


[Chorus]
A                   E
Now you're leaning against a brick 
wall
D
With your backpack on baby
A                 E
You look so much older than
D
Than when I met you
A           E
I can't believe it's over
D
I watch our lives untangle
A              E
I guess that this is the part when
 D
I block your number


[Otro]
                  A                
I'll blame it on summer, I'll blame
        E
 it on distance (I block your 
number)
                 F#m             
I'll blame it on you, on all your 
    D
persistence (I block your number)
               A                
That it's only chances, and it's 
       E
only timin' (I block your number)
               F#m                 
And if it were perfect, I wouldn't 
        D
let be cryin' (I block your number)
                   A             
On the floor of my dorm room, you 
             E
wait in the lobby (I block your 
number)
              F#m                  
And you keep insistin' and I keep 
    D
on sobbin (I block your number)
              A               E
And I just relive the deliberations 
(I block your number)
             F#m
And then I go back to our last 
conversation