| Em7 | D | A | G | D | A | |
| You | asked me to | dinner you | brought me | stuff, now | what do I make of | that |
| Em7 | A7 | D | G | D | A | |
| You | made me an | offer I | called your | bluff, now | you're an am | nesiac |
| G | D | A | |
| Driving with | one hand | on the | wheel |
| Ordering luck with every meal |
| Feeding on hope again never mind how small a portion |
| Em7 | D | A | G | D | A | |
| I | said like we | do like we'd | like to | think, I'll | take care of m | yself |
| Em7 | A7 | D | G | D | A | |
| And who | would've | thought that i | nitial | drink would | clear an entire | shelf |
| (chorus) |
| G | D | A | |
| You should | look at it | realistical | ly |
| I know you couldn't be in love with me |
| Em7 | D | A | G | D | A | |
| Yo | u sat there as | dumb as a | dog or | cat just | hoping it's for the | best |
| Em7 | A7 | D | G | D | A | |
| As | if any | thing ever | comes from | that, exc | ept an appalling | mess |
| (chorus) |
| Em7 | D | A | G | D | A | |
| No | w you didn't b | ank on the | alchem | y that | flattery turns to | love |
| Em7 | A7 | D | G | D | A | |
| But you | took that obst | ructions will | always | be the | danger of falling | off |
| G | D | A | |
| Driving with | one hand | on the | wheel |
| Not knowing how or what you feel |
| You only knew that it was enough to be feeling something |
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