[Intro] C  F  Fm

C
I saw you in a photograph with some
C
Brunette girl in a head-back laugh
      F
And I almost hurled when I saw your hand
         Fm
Down the small of her back
C
You were never outside with me
         C
Spent my summer months in your unwashed sheets
      F
And I know it's dumb that I'd ever think
         Fm
That I'd meet your mom and dad

Am            G            C             F
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Am           G            C                F
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
Am             G            C              F
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned
           Dm            Am               F
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
            Dm              Am      F
Yeah, you remind me of how little I deserve

C
I knew we weren't meant to be
         C
I'm from Texas skies, you're from London streets
        F
And I'm not your type, but you're trying things
          Fm
So that's everything I need
   C
To break apart my own heart again
    C
Validate the worst thoughts inside my head
         F
That I'm not worth shit, and I'm better dead
         Fm
Who's the victim in the end?

Am            G            C             F
Skipping your stones at my window in the dark
Am           G             C               F
Kissing your ghost was my own damn fucking fault
Am             G            C              F
But deep in my bones I know pain is what I earned (earned)
           Dm            Am               F
And you remind me of how good it feels to hurt
           Dm             Am        F
And you remind me of how little I deserve
            Dm            Am          F
Yeah, you remind me of my father slurring words
          Dm            Am       F       Fm  C
So you remind me of how little I deserve

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Connell
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Connell
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Connell
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Connell, ah

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