B                       E
I like the universe, but she messes with my words
 B                                           E
I'm not talking planets or galaxies and the distance just makes it worse
 G#m                               F#                E
I know what you're thinking, this probably sounds rehearsed


 B                F#        E
So let's give it up for the New Year
         B         F#           C#m        F#
Did this party of two have you slightly confused?
 B                F#      E
Now that our things are divided
 B                F#        C#m           F#          E
She refuses to speak and I'm driftin' to sleep at the wheel


B   E   x2


 B                       E
Liquids, powders and pills, not quite taken against my will
 B
The tastes test of girls, from all over the world
 E
who refuse to except my excuses
 B                       E
She put up with so much of my madness and my self-abuse
        B                                                        E
She would tend to my wounds and fill me with food when I'd stumble in drunk for breakfast,
 G#m                       F#              E
She was right to take off before she was consumed


 B                F#        E
So let's give it up for the New Year
         B         F#           C#m        F#
Did this party of two have you slightly confused?
 B                F#      E
Now that our things are divided
 B                F#        C#m           F#          E
She refuses to speak and I'm driftin' to sleep at the wheel


[Solo/Interlude]
B   E   B   E   G#m   F#


 B                F#        E
So let's give it up for the New Year
         B         F#           C#m        F#
Did this party of two have you slightly confused?
 B                F#      E
Now that our things are divided
 B                F#        C#m           F#
She refuses to speak – I'm driftin' to sleep

 B            F#         E
let's give it up for the New Year
         B         F#           C#m        F#
Did this party of two have you slightly confused?
 B                F#      E
Now that our things are divided
 B                F#        C#m           F#          E
She refuses to speak and I'm driftin' to sleep at the wheel


 B                       E
I like the universe, but she messes with my words
 B                                           E
I'm not talking planets or galaxies and the distance just makes it worse
 G#m                        F#                E
You're totally right, every action was well rehearsed