I (C)con jure up the thought of be ing gone,

but I’d (C)prob a bly e ven do that wrong.

I (C)try to think a bout

which way,

would I be (C)a ble to, and would I be a fraid?

’Cause (C)oh, I’m bleed ing out in side.

And (C)oh,

I don’t e ven mind,

yeah.

It’s all

your fault,

you (Em)called me beau ti ful.

You turned

me out and now I can’t turn back.

I hold

my breath

be (Em)cause you were per fect.

But I’m run ning out of air

and it’s not

fair.

Da da da da da da da da.

(C)Da da da da da da da da da da da da.

I’m (C)try ing to fig ure out what else to say

to (C)make you turn a round and come back this way.

I (C)feel like we would be real ly awe some to geth (Em)er,

so (C)make up your mind ’cause it’s now or nev (Em)er.

It’s all

(Em)I would nev er pull the trig ger, but I’ve cried wolf a thou sand times.

I wish you could feel as bad as I do, I have lost my mind.

It’s all

your fault,

you (Em)called me beau ti ful.

You turned

me out and now I can’t turn back.

I hold

my breath

be (Em)cause you were per fect.

But I’m run ning out of air

and it’s not

fair.

you (Em)called me beau ti ful.

You turned

me out and now I can’t turn back.

I hold

my breath

be (Em)cause you were per fect.

But I’m run ning out of air

and it’s not

fair.