| G | A | |
| Now keep my fingers from | making mistakes, Tell my | voice what it takes, |
| Bm | A | G | A | |
| To | speak up, Speak up, and keep my | conscience clean when I | wake. |
| D | A | |
| Don't make this easy, I | want you to mean it, |
| G | |
| Jasey, say you mean it |
| D | A | G | D | |
| You're dressed to | kill, I'm calling you | out, don't waste your time on | me |
| D |
| D~ |
| Now there's an aching in my back, a stabbing pain that says I lack, |
| Bm | A | G | |
| the common sense and confi | dence, to bring an end to promi | ses, |
| A | |
| that I make in times of d | esperate conversation, |
| Bm | A | G | |
| hoping my night could be | better than theirs in the | end. |
| A | |
| Just say | when. |
| D | A | |
| Don't make this easy, I | want you to mean it, |
| G | |
| Jasey, say you mean it |
| D | A | G | D | |
| You're dressed to | kill, I'm calling you | out, don't waste your time on | me |
| D | A | Bm | |
| I've never told a | lie, and that makes me a l | iar, |
| G | D | |
| I've never made a | bet, but we gamble with de | sire, |
| A | Bm | |
| I've never lit a | match with intent to start a | fire, |
| G | D | |
| but recently the | flames are getting out of contr | ol. |
| A | Bm | |
| Call me a n | ame, Kill me with | words, |
| G | D | |
| Forget about me | , It's what I des | erve, |
| A | Bm | |
| I was your | chance, to get out of this | town, |
| G | |
| but I ditched the | car, and left you to, |
| D | G | Bm | A | |
| Wait | outside, I | hope the air will s | erve to remind you, |
| D | G | |
| that my | heart is as cold as the c | louds of your breath, |
| Bm | A | G | A | |
| and my | words are as timed as the | beating in my c | hest |
| D~ |
| In my chest |