Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

(If you listen to the song, Molly switches

back to G# momentarily.)

When I met you, I thought you were really smart

And even more so when we started going out

It was your intellect that really won my heart

There was just so much stuff you knew so much about

I was hungry for knowledge, and I was single

I didn't want to date and really hadn't planned to

But you were cool and you were smart and you were multilingual

And I felt like I could really understand you

But then, it went downhill

and we'll never get back to our better days

I'm done, I've had my thrill

and I think we ought to go our separate ways

But it isn't you, it's me

I guess we just weren't meant to be

I thought we were inseparable, I thought you were my friend

But looking back now, it all makes sense at the end

You're sometimes vague, and you're often inconsistent

You've no opinions, you never take a stance

You're so dispassionate, you always sound so distant

And I tell you, you know zilch about romance

And not once did you ever say you love me

You sent no flowers, you NEVER called me "honey"

And you always talked as if you were above me

And it felt like you were always needing money

Sometimes you generalize,

And on better days your tone is condescending

And when we talk books or films

You ALWAYS find a way spoil the ending

But it isn't you, it's me

I need someone more scholarly

I thought you had the answers, but your smarts are all pretend

And my attraction only makes sense at the end

You just believe everything you're ever told

You never question, I'm pretty sure you don't fact check

(Play this like normal )

When someone puts ideas into your head

You never blink, you immediately buy it

I won't say that you have no integrity... but I might imply it

It turns out you're not the guy I thought I knew

and I think we need to stop and take a breather

I never know if what you're saying's really true

and frankly, sometimes, I don't think you know either

You have no real facts, your knowledge is all hearsay

And I'm tired of playing all your stupid games

You don't keep pictures of me, and you don't know my birthday

I don't think that you even know my name

You keep tabs on other girls

But I notice there's no article for me

You're known by all the world

So I guess I'm just a droplet in the sea

But it isn't you, it's me

I owe you no apology

I know not to judge my company just based upon its looks

I'm too grown-up for your articles, it's time that I read books