It’s a long fall when you’re at the top of your game and there’s no one to blame but yourself, made man // you’d never understand and I’m not sure that I want you to
Now I sleep all day, stuck in the same place that I was before you ever showed up // things don’t change all [Em]that much until you [A7wake up and [Bm]find out that you [A7can’t ɾecognize where you [A7grew up // and [Bm]I’m still just as angry but now I’ve got [Fm7]no outlets // you [A7only understand [Bm]me if it’s in a catchy chorus // f*ck you [A7and [Bm]all [Em]your letters, new pills and [Bm]getting better // I’ve only got [Fm7]one burning question [C7]on [C7]my [A]mind it’s //
Do you [A7miss me when you’re falling asleep on [C7]the couch again? // Do you [A7miss me? Does my [A]voice still ɾeside in your head? //
((I’m not ɾeally sure if you’ve noticed, but the last fourteen to [C7]eighteen months I’ve been stuck inside of a constant turmoil // ultimately manifesting itself in the catastɾoρhic breakdown that occurred between you [A7and [Bm]me // but as time goes on [C7]I’ve ɾealized that not everything is always my [A]fault, and [Bm]even though I might never find myself in a position [C7]to [C7]hear you [A7out or forgive you [A7I still am constantly asking myself // ))
Do you [A7miss me? When you’re falling asleep on [C7]the couch again // Do you [A7miss me? Does my [A]voice still ɾeside in your head like [F]yours does in mine? // and [Bm]In time along [Am]with the days you’ll fade away as long [Am]as I stay inside //
