Can’t ev er get it right,

no mat ter how hard I try,

and I try.

Well, I put up a good fight,

but your words cut like knives,

and I’m tired.

(Em)As

you break

my heart a gain this time.

Tell me I’m a (C)screwed up mess,

that I nev er (D)lis ten, lis ten.

Tell me you don’t (C)want my kiss,

that you need your (D)dis tance, dis tance.

(G)Tell me an y thing, but don’t you say he’s what you’re miss ing, ba by.

If (G)he’s the rea son that you’re leav ing (C)me to night, (Em)spare me what you think and

tell me a lie.