The Good Life - Inmates

When you said you ^Dloved me, did you really ^Bmlove me or did the words just ^Bbspill out like drool on my ^Apillow? ‘Cause I wa^Ds naked when yo^Bmu said those words But I felt ^Bbcovered in your whispered ^Aworship And as you^G passed out fast on my ^Dshoulder, I i^Gmagined a child ^Bmwaiting so sad and ^Bbstill for his mom to ^Aarrive. Did she ^Dleave you an orphan, in that ^Abig, brown leather chair? Said, ^Bb"Don’t you move a muscle, kid, I’ll^G be back in twenty years," You were ^Dscared, you were lonely, but you m^Aust’ve been aware; ^BbLife is a series of calluses, this is ^Gjust another layer. So, ^Bmbuild ’em up, tough it out, yeah^Bb, that’s your skin – don?^A??t let anyone under there.

When you said you ^Dneeded me, did you really ^Bmneed me or was it just ^Bbsomeone, oh you’ll tak^Ae anything Am I first on that ^Dlist of yours, or am I ^Bmsecond or third? So who’s that^Bb ahead of me, some harlot fro^Am Pittsburgh? Or ^GDetroit, Santa Fe or San Di^Dego I ^Gknow you’re so alone bu^Bmt how much affection doe^Bbs one guy reall^Ay need? Did you ^Ddate a lot in high school? Were you ^Aalways chasing girls? ^BbCouldn’t you find some young valentine t^Go steal your heart for good? Were you ^Dcontent or contemptible? Are your ^Amemories pleasant? Or ^Bbis it a string of endless flings of ^Gbitter resentment? Seems that ^Bmwhat you want and what you need doesn’^Bbt mean a thing, we’re j^Aust here for the taking.

When you said you’^Dd hurt me, did you think you?^Bm??d hurt me? Are you really that ^Bbcocky, yeah what a heart^Abreaker Well I got my ^Darmor, yeah I’ve been through som^Bme battles before And I met your old ^Bbgirlfriend, she said baby don’^At bother She ^Gtold me you told her you’^Dd hurt her ^GFunny, how familiar, so ^Bmhow much of this re^Bblationship was re^Ahearsed? Did you ^Dact out as a child? Were you ^Aalways crying wolf? At^Bbtention starved, you tried too hard, just to ^Gget someone to look Now you’re ^Da wolf in second hand clothing, I’^Am a sheep in a pleated skirt It’s a^Bbn awkward form of payback, but if i^Gt works for you it works. It’s that ^BmI recognize your off-white lies, still ^BbI lie beside you, an^Ad that’s what really hurts.

When you said you’^Dd leave me, why haven’t ^Bmyou left me? What are we still ^Bbdoing here, so desperate for ^Acompany? There’s a Greyhound o^Dn Jackson Street, there’s an airport^Bm in Council Bluffs Hell, there’s ^Bba car in the driveway. Fifty ways t^Ao get lost. But as I ^Ghold you and listen to you ^Dsleeping I’^Gm starting to wonder if ^BmI really believe that you??^Bb?ll ever rea^Ally leave. Would you ^Dleave me an orphan in your ^Abig brown leather chair? The ^Bbone you lugged around from town to town ^Gfor all these years. It’s ^Da trophy of your childhood, like ^Aa shark tooth or gator skin boots But ^Bbthis one holds you prisoner. It ^Gholds me prisoner too. ^BmWhat we need to set us free is to let ^Bbgo of each other, let ^Ago of everything.

When I said I ^Dloved you, it was because I ^Bmloved you. When I said I ^Bbneeded you, well, I really ^Aneed you. Yeah, I guess you ^Dhurt me, for once you’re ^Bma man of your words. Well, guess what – I?^Bb??m leaving – I can’t ^Abe your prisoner.

I can't be your ^Gprisoner - oh ^Dno (x12) Bm Bb A D