Bm
There's clothes all over the floor
                                    D
Don't remember them being here before
                          G                             A
Smell of perfume is in here, why's lipstick on the mirror
                           E
And still I don't understand

                          Bm
No pictures left in the hall
                                 D
There's three new holes in my wall
                              G                             A
Where the hell's my credit cards, why's my wallet in the yard
                           E
And still I don't understand

                                    Bm
Well, now I guess I should've listened
                             D
When you said you'd had enough
                                        G                             A
A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other
                            E
Why's love gotta be so tough

Should see the look on my face
My ****'s all over the place
Why's this happening to me, why'd you take both sets of keys
And still I don't understand

Well, now I guess I should've listened
When you said you'd had enough
A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other
Why's love gotta be so tough

Oh, and now I guess I should've listened
Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh, ahh-oh, ahh-ahh, ahh-oh, ahh-ahh

There's clothes all over my floor
I don't remember them being there before
There are no candles in here, lipstick's still on my mirror
And still I don't understand

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