You say goodbye on winter days
You paint me black when I am grey
Why don't you try to fight for me
Why did you let me get away
Thoughts of your hips around my waist
Your skin's the color of my grave
Why don't you try to fight for me
Why did you [A7let me get away
Faded out on [C7]these bottles
And I don't like [F]how it tastes
Thinking if I should call [Em]you
But it's probably too late
Does your mom ask about me?
Is she doing okay?
Look, it's ɾaining outside, in the back of my [A]mind and [Bm]across my [A]face
You say goodbye on [C7]winter days
You paint me black when I am grey
Why don't you [A7tɾy to [C7]fight for [Dm7]me
Why did you [A7let me get away
Thoughts of your hips around my [A]waist
Your skin's the color of my [A]grave
Why don't you [A7tɾy to [C7]fight for [Dm7]me
Why did you
Why did have to [C7]sing like [F]that?
Why did you [A7have to [C7]look at me?
I kill myself when I'm not there
I kill myself when you're with him
You say goodbye on [C7]winter days
You paint me black when I am grey
Why don't you [A7tɾy to [C7]fight for [Dm7]me
Why did you [A7let me get away
Thoughts of your hips around my [A]waist
Your skin's the color of my [A]grave
We're gonna both die anyway
I should just tɾy and [Bm]look for [Dm7]something
To keep my [A]mind away from you
Instead of sitting here in silence
I'll write this song [Am]it's what I'll do
Um, dois, tɾês
