| F#m | B | |
| I want you to know that I' | m happy for you. |
| F#m | B | |
| I wish nothing but the bes | t for you both. |
| F#m | F#m | |
| Another | version of me Is she pre | verted like me? |
| B | B | |
| Would she go d | own on you in a theatre? |
| F#m | F#m | |
| Does she speak | eloquently?And would she ha | ve your baby? |
| B | B | |
| I'm sure she'd | make a really excellent m | other. |
| F#m | |
| 'Cause the | love that you gave that we made |
| A | B | B | |
| wasn't able to | make it enough for you to be | open wide. No, |
| F#m | |
| and everytime you speak her name |
| A | |
| does she | know how you told me you'd hold me |
| B | |
| unt | il you died? `Til you died, |
| but you're still alive. |
| F# | E | |
| And I'm | here to remind | you |
| A | B | |
| of the mess | you left when you went | away. |
| F# | E | |
| It's not | fair to de | ny me |
| A | B | |
| of the cr | oss I bare that you | gave to me. |
| B | |
| You, you, you oughta know. |
| F#m | |
| You seem very well. |
| B | |
| Things look peaceful. |
| F#m | |
| I'm not quite as well. |
| B | |
| I thought you should know. |
| F#m | F#m | |
| Did you fo | rget about me Mr. Du | plicity? |
| B | B | |
| I hate to | bug you in the middle of d | inner. |
| F#m | F#m | |
| It was a | slap in the face how quickly | I was replaced, |
| B | B | |
| and are you t | hinking of me when you | fuck her? |
| F#m | |
| 'Cause the | love that you gave that we made |
| A | B | B | |
| wasn't able to | make it enough for you to be | open wide. No, |
| F#m | |
| and everytime you speak her name |
| A | |
| does she | know how you told me you'd hold me |
| B | B | |
| unt | il you died? `Til you died, but you're | still alive. |
| F# | E | |
| And I'm | here to remind | you |
| A | B | |
| of the mess | you left when you went | away. |
| F# | E | |
| It's not | fair to de | ny me |
| A | B | |
| of the cr | oss I bare that you | gave to me. |
| B | |
| You, you, you oughta know. |
| F#m | |
| Cause the | joke that you laid in the bed that was me, |
| A | B | B | |
| and I'm n | ot gonna fadeas soon as you | close your eyes, and you kno | w it. |
| F#m | |
| And | everytime I scratch my nails down |
| A | |
| someone else's back |
| B | B | |
| I hope you | feel it. Can you feel it? |
| F# | E | |
| And I'm | here to remind | you |
| A | B | |
| of the mess | you left when you went | away. |
| F# | E | |
| It's not | fair to de | ny me |
| A | B | |
| of the cr | oss I bare that you | gave to me. |
| B | |
| You, you, you oughta know. |