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