The Good Life - Inmates

^CWhen you said you loved me, did you really lo^Amve me or did the words just ^G#spill out like drool on^F my pillow. ?^C??Cause I was naked when yo^Amu said those words, but I felt cov^G#ered in your whispered^F worship. And as you^F passed out fast on my ^Cshoulder, I i^Fmagined a child ^Amwaiting so sad and still for his mom to ^G#arrive. ^CDid she leave you an orphan, ^Fin that big, brown leather chair? ^G#Said, “ Don’t you move a muscle, ki^Fd, I’ll be back in twenty years,” ^CYou were scared, you were lonely, ^Fbut you must’ve been aware; ^G#life is a series of calluses, ^Fthis is just another layer. ^AmSo, build’em up, tough it out,^G# yeah, that’s your skin – don’t let anyone

^CWhen I said I loved you, it was because ^AmI loved you. When I said I neede^G#d you, well, I really nee^Fd you. Y^Ceah, I guess you hurt me, for once you’re a ^Amman of your words. Well, guess wha^G#t – I’m leaving – I can’t ^Fbe your prisoner. I can't be your p^Frisoner-I^C won’t, I can't be you^Fr prisoner^C-I won't