Am G
In actuality you�re just playing with me
The facts are there to see bankrupt emotionally
So you sent me cold hearts and dead flowers can I send it back
You splash out on some fancy perfume in a beautiful but a rented room
And it takes bitter grapes to make it our finest wine
And your far out far-flung philosophies could not be further from my mind
You promised me you�d fly me to the moon you are late I�m still waiting
All of one we need to but seriously that drift with me
Get off my cloud it�s reserved for an angel with darker wings
If it�s so important to you can�t you wait, can�t you just give in
