Nice to meet you, where you been?

I could show you in cre di ble (Dm)things; mag ic, mad ness, heav en, sin.

Saw you there, and I thought, (Bb)“Oh my God, look at that face!

You look like my next mis take.

(C)Love’s a game; want to play?”

So it’s gon na be for ev er, or it’s gon na go down in flames.

You can tell me when it’s o ver, mm, if the high was worth the pain.

Got a long list of ex lov ers; they’ll tell you I’m in sane.

’Cause you know I love the play ers, and you love the game.

’Cause we’re young and we’re reck less, we’ll take this way too far.

It ’ll leave you breath less, mm, or with a nas ty scar.

Got a long list of ex lov ers; they’ll tell you I’m in sane.

But I’ve got a blank space, ba by, and I’ll write your name.