Lydia Loveless - Clumps

P^Ceople tell me I must be ^Amaddicted to romance N^Cever getting over the ex^Amcitement of a glance And your ^Emeyes ^Fevery other ^D7time I^D7 like to think I'm right

I^C hope that I affected you and ^Amtore you up inside M^Cust be why you turn away and ^Amnever ask me why I^Em cry and I ^Fnever sleep at ^Emnight I^F need you on my ^D7side but, honey, not tonight

All at ^Emonce ^Fyou say it was ^Emfun B^Fut it must not be ^D7real because now you're done And so ^Emwhat ^Fif that's all it ^Emwas L^Fove turns into ^D7lust A^D7nd milk turns into clumps

S^Co you don't have to tell me everything ^AmI want to hear I^Ct only makes it harder for me e^Amvery time, my dear, To say ^Embye ^Feverybody ^Emdies I'll ^Fsee you on the other ^D7side O^D7h my god, you make me feel alive