Standard (EADGBE)

First chord's the favorite of everyone indeed

It rings of possibilities of all the things you thought a song could be

Of all your hopes and dreams, dee dee dee dee dee

Next chord it disappoints, it disappoints like me

It heads in a direction and it stifles other opportunities

Of what a song could be, dee dee dee dee dee

Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore

Now I'm telling you things I've told you 'bout a thousand times before

It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs

The first time we kissed we heard different things for sure

I thought it was a love song a short one, yeah, but you were here and more

We both turned different chords, different, that's for sure

Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore

Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before

It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs

What the hell has happened to the way things used to be

Freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully

And I could tell you that I loved you

And believe it faithfully dee dee dee dee

And now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore

Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before

It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs

(Then there's the country-ish riff played over and over again, which I'll now tab here once)