| The beer I'd gotten for you is dying in my fridge | G F | |
| You know I don't drink but I still get easily pissed | Am G C Bm G |
| I just love you too much to tie you down to a chair | G F | |
| So you're running around with me sitting at home splitting hairs | Am G C Bm G |
| This is getting worse everytime that we touch | Bm Em F#m G | |
| I've never been afraid of losing you this much | Am G D Am G |
| When you picked up my keys that was when you hurt my doubt | G F | |
| But you said it was only to let yourself out | Am G C Bm G |
| And now I bring you flowers like I'd bring them to your grave | G F | |
| To wait for our phoenician love affair to rise again | Am G C Bm G |
| This is getting worse everytime that we touch | Bm Em F#m G | |
| I've never been afraid of losing you this much | Am G D Am G |
| You can't be too certain before you shut that door | G F | |
| And please tell your gay friends not to call me no more | Am G C Bm G |
| This is getting worse everytime that we touch | Bm Em F#m G | |
| I've never been afraid of losing you this much | Am G D Am G |