Dbm
Turn around there's those eyes again.
A
Turn around fake indifference and I.
Dbm A
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear.
Dbm
A hundred bodies fill this room.
A
And all their faces overdone.
Dbm A
Pain is foreign, foreign to us.
Dbm B A
I don't even know you.
Dbm B A
You won't even know I'm gone.
Gb A Am
Was it something I did wrong?
E B A Am
Roses, roses cold.
E B A Am
Roses, roses sold out.
Dbm
Turn around reds and whites again.
A
I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar.
Dbm A
Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets.
Dbm
Why are some girls so naive?
A
He didn't unbutton your blouse to see.
Dbm
A better view of your heart.
A
Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying.
Dbm B A
I don't even know you.
Dbm B A
You won't even know I'm gone.
Gb A Am
Was it something I did wrong?
E B A Am
Roses, roses cold.
E B A Am
Roses, roses sold out.
E B A Am
Roses, roses cold.
E B A Am
Roses, roses sold out.
Dbm A
Sing it soft.
B
Make it slow.
A
Apples parachute
B
the boys back down.
Dbm A
Fill it up.
B
Overflow.
A B
A new, improved modern way to feel.
Dbm B A
I don't even know you.
Dbm B A
You won't even know I'm gone.
Gb A Am
Was it something I did wrong?
Gb A Am
Was it something I did wrong?
Gb A
Was it something I did wrong?