| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other any | way. |
| G | Am | Cm | F | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other any | way. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| It took me a y | ear to believe it was | over, |
| C | Bm | E | F | |
| and it took me two m | ore to get over the | loss, oh- | whoa |
| C | G | F | |
| I took a b | eating when you wrote me those l | etters, |
| C | D | |
| and every t | ime I remembered the t | aste of your lipgloss. |
| Chorus: |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other any | way. |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other any | way. |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Maybe we always | saw right through each | other any | way |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| but | Enid we never | really knew each | other anyw | ay. |
| F | C | G | F | |
| There were t | imes when I wanted to | hurt you, |
| C | Bm | E | F | |
| and there were t | imes when I know that I | did, oh-w | hoa |
| C | G | F | |
| There were t | imes when I thought I would k | ill you, |
| C | D | |
| but can you b | lame me I was only a k | id. |
| Am | D | G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| Tell me | why we never | really | respected each | other. |
| D | G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| and tell me | why I never beli | eved that | you were a | person too. |
| D | G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| I always th | ought that you fancied my b | rother. |
| D | G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| I may not have l | iked it, oh but | memo | ry is a | strange thing, oh, and | Enid? |
| D G (stacatto) |
| Enid I remember you. |
| Chorus |
| Verse 3: (Same as others) |
| it took me a year to believe it was over, |
| and it took me two more to get over the loss. |
| I took a beating when I wrote you those letters, |
| and every time you told me to get lost. |
| Am | D | |
| Now it's not | fair to say that it's |
| G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| 'cause | I was | three inches s | horter then, |
| D | |
| and it's not | fair to say that it's 'cause |
| G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| I was only | fifteen years | old. |
| D | G | G/F# | Em | Am | |
| But maybe it's f | air to say it was a l | ack of co | mmunic | ation, |
| D g G/F# Em Am |
| I took a phone message, oh and speaking of communication, oh, and Enid, |
| D | |
| Enid you got a cold. |
| G | Am | |
| I can get a job I can | pay the phone bills |
| Cm | G | |
| I can cut the l | awn, cut my hair, c | ut out my cholesterol |
| G | Am | |
| I can work overtime | I can work in a mine |
| Cm | |
| I can do it all for you, |
| G (stacatto) |
| But I don't want to. |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other anyw | ay. |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other anyw | ay. |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other anyw | ay. |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Maybe we always s | aw right through each o | ther anywa | y, |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| But Enid we re | ally never knew e | ach other anyw | ay |
| (Behind the last part, so same chords) |
| G | Am | |
| I can teach you how to dance, | how to sing, how to knit, |
| Cm | G | |
| How to make things that you | never ever made before |
| G | Am | |
| Enid, I can teach you how to | use cookie cutters |
| Cm | G | |
| To | make crazy things out of P | lay-Doh. |
| G | Am | |
| Little houses, l | ittle farms, little | accessories for your mom, |
| Cm | G | |
| For your Barbie set, for your f | riends and your family |
| G | Am | Cm | |
| Enid, I can teach you how to s | nowmobile, cross-country | ski, snowshoe, |
| G | |
| But I don't want to! |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other anyw | ay |
| G | Am | Cm | G | |
| Enid we never | really knew each | other anyw | ay |
| G (stacatto) Am (stacatto) Cm (stacatto) G (let ring) |
| Enid we never really knew each other anyway |
| For the last line, the chords are staggered a bit... that is to say, |
| they're played a beat or two after they would normally be. |