Leonard Sharon Van Etten There he goes.[A] He finally [D]closed the [E]door. I turn the lock [A]feeling [D]more confus[E]ed than before What [A]gives? I thought that you [D]would love [E]more. Now you're a [A]coward, [D]sure. Then he [E]rings. Look in his [A]ey[D]es. He loves you[Bm]. E(fret 4) D Well, well I am[A] b[E]ad[D]. Bm E(fret 4) D Well, well, hell. I am[A] b[E]ad[D].[A] He's [A]smart. He leaves me [D]wanting [E]more, Knowing that [A]I ga[D]ve less And knowing [E]why. [A]Time, Time (azchords.com)