| F#m | B | |
| / + + + + / + + + + | / + + + + / + + + + :| x 2 |
| F#m | B | |
| I - want you to know - that I' | m ha-ppy for you. |
| F#m | B | |
| I - wish nothing but - the | best - for - you both. |
| F#m | |
| Another | version of me is she perverted like me? |
| B | |
| Would she go d | own on you in - a theater? |
| F#m | |
| Does she speak | eloquently? And would she have your baby? |
| B | |
| I'm sure she'd | make a really excellent mother. |
| F#m | |
| 'Cause the | love that you gave that we made |
| F#m7 | B | |
| wasn't able to | make it enough for you to be | open wide. No, |
| F#m | |
| and | everytime you speak her name |
| F#m7 | |
| does she | know how you told me you'd hold me |
| B | |
| unt | il you died? `Til you died, |
| but you're still alive. |
| F# | E | |
| And I'm | here to remind | you |
| A | B | |
| of the mess | you left when you went | away. |
| F# | E | |
| It's not | fair to de | ny me |
| A | B | |
| of the cr | oss I bare that you | gave to me. |
| B | |
| You, you, you oughta know. |
| You seem very well. Things look peaceful. |
| I'm not quite as well. I thought you should know. |
| Did you forget about me Mr. Du-plicity? |
| I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner. |
| It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced, |
| and are you thinking of me when you fuck her? |
| 'Cause the love that you gave that we made |
| wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide. No, |
| and everytime you speak her name |
| does she know how you told me you'd hold me |
| until you died? `Til you died, but you're still alive. |
| And I'm here to remind you |
| of the mess you left when you went away. |
| It's not fair to deny me |
| of the cross I bare that you gave to me. |
| You, you, you oughta know. |
| F#m | B | |
| / + + + + / + + + + | / + + + + / + + + + :| x 2 |
| F#m | B | |
| / + + + + / + + + + | / + + + + / + + + + :| x 2 |
| Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me, |
| and I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes, - and you know it. |
| And everytime I scratch my nails down someone else's back |
| I hope you feel it. - Can you feel it? |
| Well, I'm here to remind you |
| of the mess you left when you went away. |
| It's not fair to deny me |
| of the cross I bare that you gave to me. |
| You, you, you oughta know. |