Originally in Dm, I play in Am, which is really low
in the verse, so take all opportunities to take the
melody up rather than down.
Playing in the original key and dropping the chorus
an octave is also reasonable.
| Am | G |
| x 8 |
Vox on the 5
| Am | G |
| Now and t | hen I think of |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| When we | were toge | ther |
| Am | G |
| Like when you | said you felt so |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| Happy yo | u could di | e |
| Am | G | Am | G |
| Told mys | elf that you were | right for | me |
| Am | G | Am | G |
| But felt so | lonely in your | company |
| Am | G |
| But that was | love and it’s an |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| Ache I st | ill remem | ber |
| Am | G |
| x 8 |
| Am | G |
| You can get ad | dicted to a |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| Certain | kind of s | adness |
| Am | G | Am |
| Like resign | ation to the | end |
| G | Am | G | Am | G |
| Always the | end |
| Am | G | Am | G |
| So when we | found that we could | not make | sense |
| Am | G | Am | G |
| Well you | said that we would | still be fr | iends |
| Am | G |
| But I’ll ad | mit that I was |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| Glad that | it was o | ver |
| Am | G | F | G |
| But you | didn’t have to | cut me | off |
| Am | G | F |
| Make out | like it never | happened |
| G | Am | |
| And that | we were not | hing |
| G | F | G | |
| And | I don’t even | need your | love |
| Am | G | |
| But you | treat me like a | stranger |
| F | G | |
| And that | feels so | rough |
| Am | G | F | G |
| No you d | idn’t have to st | oop so | low |
| Am | G | F |
| Have your fr | iends collect your | records |
| G | Am | |
| And then | change your n | umber |
| G | F | G | |
| I g | uess that I don’t | need that | though |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Now you’re just someb | ody that I | used to | know |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Now you’re just someb | ody that I | used to | know |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Now you’re just someb | ody that I | used to | know |
| Am | G |
| x 4 |
| Am | G |
| Now and | then I think of |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| All the times you scr | ewed me o | ver |
| Am | G |
| But had me bel | ieving it was |
| Am | G | Am | G | Am | G |
| Always something | that I’d d | one |
| G |
| And I don’t wanna live that way |
| G |
| Reading into every word you say |
| G |
| You said that you could let it go |
| G |
| And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know |
| Am | G | F | G |
| But you | didn’t have to | cut me | off |
| Am | G | F |
| Make out | like it never | happened |
| G | Am | |
| And that | we were no | thing |
| G | F | G | |
| And | I don’t even | need your | love |
| Am | G | |
| But you | treat me like a | stranger |
| F | G | |
| And that | feels so | rough |
| Am | G | F | G |
| No you d | idn’t have to st | oop so | low |
| Am | G | F |
| Have your fr | iends collect your | records |
| G | Am | |
| And then | change your n | umber |
| G | F | G | |
| I g | uess that I don’t | need that | though |
| Am | G | F | G |
| Now you’re just someb | ody that I | used to | know |
Fade on the last line with ad libs