you've got a lot of problems, i know
i've got a lot of fear in my heart
i'm frozen while i'm watching you go
knock on your door, asking ""can we restart?""
and maybe it's an issue i'll fix
or maybe it's a permanent scar
but every time i hear the word ""beauty""
i picture your hands when you're turning your car
and [Bm]i know that i say this too much
but dammit this shit isn't fair
you [A7were the taste of my [A]toothbrush
i had you [A7each morning and [Bm]night i was [Am7]there
you [A7were the notes on [C7]my [A]staff
you [A7fit like [F]a glove on [C7]my [A]hand
you [A7are the smile on [C7]my [A]face
you [A7are the beach to [C7]my [A]sand
you [A7make me complete
you [A7made me complete
and [Bm]now i feel defeated