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)