No More Sorry Songs

[G]I swear I'm sick of s[C]orry songs and sobbin on the ph[G]one
and guitars can only dis[C]tract you from yourself for so lo[G]ng.
I Barely recognize the di[C]fference there between right and [G]wrong,

it come and goes and leaves me broke and God's the only one that knows
it's not my fault I swear to [G]God it's not my fault.

[G]I've[C] been lo[G]sin[D]g
[G]sleep and drugs and thoughts and time and t[C]iny pieces of my mind
that you b[G]orrowed without asking me though I[D] don't need them right now,
[G]I [C]am[G] so[D] goddamned t[G]ire[C]d of all[G] the lies we're tellin to ourselves.

[Em]I keep a box in my r[C]oom
filled with everything that [G]you
ever gave me or [D]anything that reminds me of yo[Em]u,
I keep it lock out of s[C]ight
with hopes that one day I mi[G]ght
pluck up the courage to sit [D]down and write this letter to y[Em]ou .
You'll keep it locked in a d[C]rawer by your bedside,
[G]you may never read it but it m[D]akes you glad to know that it's t[Em]here,
and you'll stare at the w[C]ords that I wrote
with my ow[G]n two hands words I ne[D]ver had the courage to say,
[Em]this is life, this is l[C]ife, this is life
at a p[G]ace that will crush us al[D]l right back to where we bega[Em]n,
this is hope, this is h[C]ope, this is hope,
in the fo[G]rm of a song that no[D] one should ever hear.
No[Em]thing for c[C]ertain though,[G]
only o[D]ne thing I know is tr[Em]ue,
[C]I got all of these lit[G]tle things,
but he[D]'s still got yo[C]u.

But don't you know that?