Joey Harkum - Without you in my way

It has ^Emrecently come ^Cto my attention That ^Gthere is a flaw in the ^Dplan that I invented A ^Emlimited series of ^Cconflicting theories That ^Gleft myself broken, tor^Dmented and weary I ^Emguess you can call it A ^Cfailure of logic My ^Ggusto’s all gone with the ^Dcash in my pocket

And ^EmI'm so ^Ctired of lo^Gsing ^Em I don’t think I’ll ^Cmake it after ^Gall ^Em I’m so ^Ctired of u^Gsing ^Em Maybe one more ^Chit before I ^Gfall

Falling ^Emback to ^Cyou ag^Gain My ^Emold fa^Cmiliar ^Gfriend I always ^Emknew, It would be ^Ctrue That you would ^Gcome back here and ^Dhaunt me in the ^Emend ^{C G} Nothings^Em moving, nothings^C breathing, nothings ^Gleaving, nothings ^Deven trying to cr^Emeate the il^Clusion That there’s ^Gsomething left to ^Dprove and I know ^EmYour last breath is ^Cmy first step, ^GI don’t gamble ^Dbut I bet

I could have ^Embeen someone wit^Chout you in my ^Gway It’s a ^Empainful life for ^Cfragile hearts Or at ^Gleast that’s what they ^Dsay I bet I could have ^Embeen someone with^Cout you in my w^Gay I could have ^Embeen someone wit^Chout you in my ^Gway