| G | C |
| Well, I heard that you’re | leavin’ |
| G | C |
| Gonna leave me far beh | ind |
| E | Am |
| ‘Cause you found a brand new | lover |
| D7 | G | F | C/E | Dm |
| You | decided that I’m not your | kind → | → | → | |
| C | G | C | C | Dm7 | C/E |
| So I | pulled your name | out of my | Rolodex | → | → | → |
| F | C |
| And I | tore all your pictures in | two |
| E | Am |
| And I | burned down the malt shop where | we used to go |
| D7 | Dm | G |
| Just | because it reminds me of | you | |
| F | G | C |
| That’s | right, you | ain’t gonna see me | cryin’ |
| F | G | C |
| I’m | glad that you | found somebody | new |
| F | G | Am | F |
| ‘Cause I’d | rather spend | eternity eating | shards of broken | glass |
| C | G | C |
| Than | spend one more | minute with | you |
| G | C |
| I guess I might seem kinda | bitter |
| G | C |
| You | got me feelin’ down in the | dumps |
| E | Am |
| ‘Cause I’m | stranded all alone in the | gas station of love |
| D7 | Dm |
| And I | have to use the self-service | pumps |
| G | F | G | C |
| Oh, so | honey, let me | help you with that | suitcase |
| F | G | C |
| You | ain’t gonna | break my heart in | two |
| F | G | Am | F |
| ‘Cause I’d | rather get a | hundred thousand | paper cuts on my | face |
| C | G | C |
| Than | spend one more | minute with | you |
| Am | Em |
| I’d rather rip out my in | testines with a fork |
| Dm | G | C |
| Than | watch you going | out with other | men |
| Am | Em | Am |
| I’d rather slam my | fingers in a | door |
| D | G |
| A | gain and again and again and again and a | gain |
Aw, can't you see what I'm tryin' to say, darlin'?
| F | G | C |
| I’d | rather have my | blood sucked out by | leeches |
| F | G | C |
| Shove an | ice pick under a | toenail or | two |
| F | G | Am | F |
| I’d rather | clean all the | bathrooms in Grand Central | Station with my | tongue |
| C | G | C |
| Than | spend one more | minute with | you |
| F | G | C |
| Yes, I’d rather jump | naked on a | huge pile of | thumbtacks |
| F | G | C |
| Or stick my | nostrils to | gether with Krazy | Glue |
| F | G | Am | F |
| I’d rather | dive into a | swimming pool filled with | double-edged razor | blades |
| C | G | Am |
| Than | spend one more | minute with | you |
| F | G |
| I’d rather | rip my heart right out of my | rib cage with my bare hands |
| Am | Fm |
| And then | throw it on the floor and stomp on it till I | die |
| C | G | C |
| Than | spend one more | minute with | you |
