Dead

 A                          C#m   
Spit in my face, tell me I didn't 
          B
mean what I said
 A                                 
I'll take those words with me when 
C#m      B
I'm dead
A                         E 
Open your mouth and contradict 
                   B
everything you said last summer
A                        C#m
I don't even know you anymore, 
    B
anymore

E  A  E  A F#m G#m

E                            F#m 
You really fucked me up this time
                            C#m  
 for good, even though you didn't 
       A
mean to
E                           
When the weather clears, that 
                           F#m
sweatshirt weather won't keep you 
warm like I do
           C#m                   A
You'll be thinking of my sleepy 
             E
eyes and bony knees
E                        C#m A E
You'll be thinking of me

A                              
Maybe I'll run away from home, 
F#m          E                
fake my own death and see if you 
    C#m
really care
                E                
A week goes by, I doubt you'll be 
                           A
waiting around for me at all
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No matter how many times I walk up 
             C#m
my driveway, you won't be there
      E                            
You're nowhere to be found because 
  A
everything you said was a lie

E  A  E  A F#m G#m

E                            F#m 
You really fucked me up this time
                            C#m  
 for good, even though you didn't 
       A
mean to
E                           
When the weather clears, that 
                           F#m
sweatshirt weather won't keep you 
warm like I do
           C#m                   A
You'll be thinking of my sleepy 
             E
eyes and bony knees
E                        C#m A E
You'll be thinking of me

E  A  E  A

A                              
You wanted me when I was running 
   E
away
                     A
I needed you when I ripped your 
heart out
                   E
I can't count the times we fell 
apart
             A
We can't go back, it's not the same
             E
We can't go back, it's not the same
             A
We can't go back, it's not the same
             E                   F#m
We can't go back, it's not the--

E                            F#m 
You really fucked me up this time
                            C#m  
 for good, even though you didn't 
       A
mean to
E                           
When the weather clears, that 
                           F#m
sweatshirt weather won't keep you 
warm like I do
           C#m                   A
You'll be thinking of my sleepy 
             E
eyes and bony knees
E                        C#m A E
You'll be thinking of me

 A                             
When something's fallen apart as 
C#m              B
many times as us
 A                              
I can't put it back together, 
C#m            B
it's not the same