Picture This - This morning

Do you ^Dlove me? Or do you ^Gjust hate being alone? And are you ^Bmhurting? Wh^Ay must you be so cold? Why are you ^Dlike this? Is it be^Gcause of what happened before? It must be^Bm priceless, b^Aeing loved in the dark.

Can you tell me^Bm now, what I am to ^Gdo? Can you show me^Bm how, how to make it ^Atrue?

Because this ^Dmorning, I^Bm woke up next to you, And I was ^Afalling. But I ^Gguess it just fell through. Oh this ^Dmorning, I^Bm turned to look at you. But you were ^Agone, and I just^G don't know what to do.

And do I ^Dlove you? Or do I ^Gjust hate being alone? And does it ^Bmhurt you, he^Aaring me be this cold? Why am I ^Dlike this? Is it be^Gcause of what happened before? It must be^Bm priceless, b^Aeing loved in the dark. Being loved in the dark.

Because this ^Dmorning, I^Bm woke up next to you, And I was ^Afalling. But I ^Gguess it just fell through. Oh this ^Dmorning, I^Bm turned to look at you. But you were ^Agone, and I just^G don't know what to do. D Bm And I was ^Afalling, oh this ^Gmorning.

The ^Alate night talks, the offstage calls, the ^Gshoulder every time. The ^Asummer walks, and all we've thought have ^Gall been left behind. There's ^Anothing now, but distance how did we^G end up this way? We^A can try to fix this, but I ^Gthink it's far too late. (I think it's far too late.)

Because this ^Dmorning, I^Bm woke up next to you, And I was ^Afalling. But I ^Gguess it just fell through. Oh this ^Dmorning, I^Bm turned to look at you. But you were ^Agone, and I just^G don't know what to do. D Bm And I was ^Afalling, oh this ^Gmorning.