Lori McKenna - Confetti

The number to the house is on the ^Dm7door But ^Cevery time you open it, as ^Fif you are not sure If ^Gyou even live here any^Fmore Any^Cmore

Well, I know what you're about to ^Dm7say I ^Cknow that look there on your ^Fface But I'm ^Gtired of reading your mind^F this way So why don't you^C say it

You're ^Ftearing me up inside, tearing me up inside It feels like ^Csomething in me died, feels like something in me died ^Dm7All of the bright colours that ^Clived inside of me Are now just ^Ftiny little pieces of what we used to be And it just feels like - con^Cfetti

Well, I remember on our wedding ^Dm7day ^CThinking how all those flowers would ^Fall just fade away And it ^Gseemed like such a ^Fwaste Of ^Cbeauty

And now you're ^Ftearing me up inside, tearing me up inside It feels like ^Csomething in me died, feels like something in me died ^Dm7All of the bright colours that ^Clived inside of me Are now just ^Ftiny little pieces of what we used to be And it just feels like - con^Cfetti ^Am Con^Cfetti ^Am

But ^Cisn't it a ^Fcrying shame That ^Amnothing ever stays the same? I can't ^Ffit into that wedding dress

But you're ^Glooking at me now Like you don't know who I a^Cm

And it's ^Ftearing me up inside ^Dm7All of the bright colours that ^Clived inside of me Are now just ^Ftiny little pieces of who I used to be And it just feels like - con^Cfetti