Tom: Cm
Bb
And then I really thought you cared
Ab Eb
And I tried to face my fears
Bb
But then I just got really scared
Ab Eb
And even the fluffiest of silver clouds
Cm
Are made of freezing wetness
Eb
And you tell me life’s a bitch
Cm
But I don’t think you really get this
G G7
And I wish that I’d not let you in any more
Ab G Cm
And I wish that I’d been a bit fussier about the kind of people I let through the door
Ab G Cm
If I’d hesitated, I might have been fated
Ab G Cm Eb F
To live my own life without you.
Ab G Cm
I never really meant to share achronologically
N.C. Cm
The little things that made me me
G
I never thought I’d have to
Ab
Quantify them day by day
Eb G7
(repeat for next bit)
I never really felt the need to take my two or three
Neuroses then talk openly
About them and then brutally
Dissect them on a tray,
