C G Am G Fm

C
Now I know why they call it morning (mourning)
        G
Cause I lost you, I know, last night
      Am                      G
Now I grieve you and I as the sun lights the sky
      Fm
And I curse it for being so bright
C
Now I know why they call it even-ing
    G
Cuz that’s when you settled the score
     Am                  G
Bout how I am less then, more than a mess and
    Fm
You can’t see this working anymore

[Chorus]
           C             E
So when am I supposed to fall in love
         Am            G       F
If every moment has it out for me?
      C                E
Maybe time was made to make a fool of
        Am                 G        F
All the ways the world can watch me bleed
              Fm                              C  E  Am G F
It’s not good mourning when I have to see you leave
 C  E  Am G Fm
Leave

[Verse 2]

C
Now I know why they call it fall-ing
       G
Cause with autumn comes the leave-s,
       Am                            G
In the browns and the reds, you have left me for dead
    Fm
Now all I can do is grieve
C
Now I know why they call it win-ter,
          G
Cause the coldest one holds their head high
       Am                           G
Every moment, every season, betrays me, it’s treason
      F                       Fm
Cuz I can’t get you off of my mind

[Chorus]
           C             E
So when am I supposed to fall in love
         Am            G       F
If every moment has it out for me?
      C                E
Maybe time was made to make a fool of
        Am                 G        F
All the ways the world can watch me bleed
              Fm
It’s not good mourning when I have to see you

[Bridge]

C  E  Am G Fm
Leave
C  E  Am G Fm
Leave

[Chorus]
           C             E
So when am I supposed to fall in love
         Am            G       F
If every moment has it out for me?
      C                E
Maybe time was made to make a fool of
        Am                 G        F
All the ways the world can watch me bleed
              Fm                               C
It’s not good mourning and maybe it won't ever be