Am                      C
 You turn me off at the push of a button
Am                      C
And you pretend that I dont mean nothing
G                     D
I'm not a saint thats easy to tell
F                        G
But guess what honey it aint no angel
 
Am                        C
You like to scream these words as a weapon
Am                       C
Well go head take your best shot woman
G                       D
I wanna leave you its easy to see
F                        G
But guess what honey its not that easy

F            G
We get so complicated (complicated)
 
F                     G
These fingers full of memories

Am                  C
So rip my pictures from your wall
Am                  C
Tear them down and burn them all
G                   D
Light the fire and walk away
 
G                A
Theres nothing left to say so

Am               C
 Take the ashes from the floor
Am             C
Bury them to just make sure
G                     D
That nothing more is left of me
F                 G           Am
Just bittersweet memories        
(Memories)

Am               C
I wanna run and escape from your prison
Am                        C
But when I leave I feel something is missing
G                     D
I'm not afraid thats easy to tell
F                       G
This cant be heaven it feels like im in hell

Am                      C
Your like a drug that I cant stop taking
Am                 C
I want more and I cant stop craving
G                     D 
I still want you its easy to see
F                          G
But guess what honey your not that good for me

 F            G
We get so complicated (complicated)
 
F                     G
These fingers full of memories

Am                  C
So rip my pictures from your wall
Am                  C
Tear them down and burn them all
G                   D
Light the fire and walk away
 
G                A
Theres nothing left to say so
 
Am               C
 Take the ashes from the floor
Am             C
Bury them to just make sure
G                     D
That nothing more is left of me
F                 G           Am
Just bittersweet memories        
F                 G
Just bittersweet memories

  F            G                   Am
We get so complicated (complicated)
F                     G
These fingers full of memories

  F            G                   Am
We get so complicated (complicated)

So I Think you should know the Rest now