Inmates The Good Life
[D] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
When you said you [D]loved me, did you really [Bm]love me
or did the words just [Bb]spill out like drool on my [A]pillow?
'Cause I was [D]naked when you [Bm]said those words
But I felt [Bb]covered in your whispered [A]worship
And as you[G] passed out fast on my [D]shoulder,
I i[G]magined a child [Bm]waiting so sad and [Bb]still for his mom to [A]arrive.
Did she [D]leave you an orphan, in that [A]big, brown leather chair?
Said, [Bb]"Don't you move a muscle, kid, I'll be [G]back in twenty years,"
You were [D]scared, you were lonely, but you m[A]ust've been aware;
[Bb]Life is a series of calluses, this is [G]just another layer.
So, [Bm]build 'em up, tough it out, yeah, [Bb]that's your skin - don't let [A]anyone under there.
[D] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
When you said you [D]needed me, did you really [Bm]need me
or was it just [Bb]someone, oh you'll take [A]anything
Am I first on that [D]list of yours, or am I [Bm]second or third?
So who's that a[Bb]head of me, some harlot from [A]Pittsburgh?
Or [G]Detroit, Santa Fe or San Di[D]ego
I [G]know you're so alone but [Bm]how much affection does [Bb]one guy really [A]need?
Did you [D]date a lot in high school? Were you [A]always chasing girls?
[Bb]Couldn't you find some young valentine to [G]steal your heart for good?
Were you [D]content or contemptible? Are your [A]memories pleasant?
Or [Bb]is it a string of endless flings of [G]bitter resentment?
Seems that [Bm]what you want and what you need doesn't [Bb]mean a thing, we're just [A]here for the taking.
[D] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
When you said you'd [D]hurt me, did you think you'd [Bm]hurt me?
Are you really that [Bb]cocky, yeah what a heart[A]breaker
Well I got my [D]armor, yeah I've been through some [Bm]battles before
And I met your old [Bb]girlfriend, she said baby don't [A]bother
She [G]told me you told her you'd [D]hurt her
[G]Funny, how familiar, so [Bm]how much of this re[Bb]lationship was re[A]hearsed?
Did you [D]act out as a child? Were you [A]always crying wolf?
At[Bb]tention starved, you tried too hard, just to [A]get someone to look
Now you're a [D]wolf in second hand clothing, I'm a [A]sheep in a pleated skirt
It's an [Bb]awkward form of payback, but if it [G]works for you it works.
It's that I [Bm]recognize your off-white lies, still I [Bb]lie beside you, and [A]that's what really hurts.
[D] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
When you said you'd [D]leave me, why haven't you [Bm]left me?
What are we still [Bb]doing here, so desperate for [A]company?
There's a Greyhound on [D]Jackson Street, there's an airport in [Bm]Council Bluffs
Hell, there's a [Bb]car in the driveway. Fifty ways to [A]get lost.
But as I [G]hold you and listen to you [D]sleeping
I'm [G]starting to wonder if I [Bm]really believe that you'll [Bb]ever really [A]leave.
Would you [D]leave me in an orphan in your [A]big brown leather chair?
The [Bb]one you lugged around from town to town [A]for all these years.
It's a [D]trophy of your childhood, like a [A]shark tooth or gator skin boots
But [Bb]this one holds you prisoner. It [G]holds me prisoner too.
[Bm]What we need to set us free is to let [Bb]go of each other, let [A]go of everything.
[D] [Bb]
[D] [Bb]
When I said I [D]loved you, it was because I [Bm]loved you.
When I said I [Bb]needed you, well, I really [A]need you.
Yeah, I guess you [D]hurt me, for once you're a [Bm]man of your words.
Well, guess what - I'm [Bb]leaving - I can't be your [A]prisoner.
I can't be your [G]prisoner - oh [D]no (x12)
[Bm] [Bb] [A]
[D]
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