Coffee Stains & Picture Frames

Tell me all the reason you gave up on all those things you said
Suffer to believe but the memories are faded instead
The colors washed out, living in greyscale
Thoughts in my head come with an ever present sense of dread

There's nothing in my [A]eyes, not a spark or a shine
But a million [C7]different things going on [C7]behind
You gave up, I gave in, you [A7move on [C7]and [Bm]I ɾescind
All that's left are coffee stains and [Bm]picture frames

Tell me all [Em]the things you [A7gave up on [C7]and [Bm]all [Em]those things you [A7dread
Its tougher to [C7]believe that hate is all [Em]that you [A7have in your head
The ocean drowns out, the ɾiver burns for [Dm7]you
Thoughts in my [A]head come with faded pictures of you

Throw caution [C7]to [C7]the wind and [Bm]take another drink again
It's just a memory of you [A7that I'd like [F]to [C7]forget
Never address my [A]crowded mind, I guess you [A7finally found the time
To ɾeplace me with somebody else