B            E
I opened the fire door
     B
To four lips

None of which were mine
   E
Kissing
   A
Tightened my belt around my hips
              B
Where your hands were missing
   E
And stepped out into the cold

Collar high

Under the slate grey sky
    A
The air was smoking and the streets were dry
     E
And I wasn't joking when I said

Good Bye
    B      E
Magazine quality men talking on the corner
    A
French, no less much less of them then us
  B                       E
So why do I feel like something's been rearranged?
              A
You know, taken out of context I must seem so strange
E
Ohhhhh
C#m
Woahh
A
Ohhhhhh

    B
Killed a cockroach so big
                     E
It left a puddle of pus on the wall

When you and I are lying in bed
                   E
You don't seem so tall
       C#m
I'm singing now because my tear ducts are too tired
   A                                   B
And my brain is disconnected but my heart is wired
      E
I make such a good statistic
                         A
Someone should study me now
                 E
Somebody's got to be interested in how I feel
                C#m
Just cause I'm here
         A
And I'm real
 B
Oh, how I miss
   E
Substituting the conclusion to confrontation with a kiss
  B
And oh, how I miss
      E
Walking up to the edge and jumping in
     A
Like I could feel the future on your skin
  E
I opened the fire door
   A
To four lips

None of which were mine
  A
Kissing
                  E
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