Tuning: Drop Db (Db Ab Db Gb Bb Eb) ♫ Intro: | F#m | D | 3x | E | G | ♫ Verse: N.C. F#m D It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to F#m D Turn out to be all of your F#m D Best friend's best friends E G But I folded and I told F#m D F#m D These aren't things I saved to sink you F#m D But I folded, I told E G So draw or throw and I will explode
♫ Chorus: A G It's time for you to choose A The bullet or the chapstick F And you are far too cute or whatever he said ♫ Verse: F#m D F#m D Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great F#m D I wish her... past tense my best friend E G But I folded and I told F#m D F#m D These aren't things I say to save me F#m D But I folded, I told E G I hope she's caught in the explosion ♫ Chorus: A G It's time for you to choose A The bullet or the chapstick F And you are far too cute or whatever he said A G It's time for you to choose A The bullet or the chapstick F This is me in his room G This is me in his room A C This is me in his room ♫ Instrumental: | C# Am | 8x | D | ♫ Outro: A D So I update this almost every single day for you (Red, gold, I told) A D I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do (We don't play fair) A Go tell him how my wrist is sore (Red, gold) A From pulling at your insides all night (I told) A D F#m A Nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you (We never stand too close)