I’m sor ry,

two words I al ways think

af ter

you’re gone

when I re (F#m)al ize I was act ing all wrong.

So self ish,

two words that could de scribe

old ac tions

of mine

when I pa tience is in short

ing sup ply.

We

(F#m6)don’t

(C#m)need to say good bye.

(E)We

(F#m6)don’t

(C#m)need to fight and cry.

Oh, we,

we could

(C#m)hold each oth (B)er tight

to night.

We’re so help less.

We’re slaves to our im puls es.

We’re a fraid of our e mo tions.

No one knows where the shore is.

We’re di vid ed by the o ceans.

And the on ly thing I know is that the an swer is n’t for us.

No, the (F#m)an swer is n’t for (G#m)us.

I’m sor ry,

two words

To night.

To night.

To night.