C                          D   F
My hands never betrayed at all
C                                              D      F
It's a different kind of pain when the night's so long
C                                  D    F
And these plans were never made at all
C                                                D       F
It was a different kind of strain once the drugs wore off

[Bridge] 
C D F (x4)

[Verse]
C                                D   F
My eyes they weren't prepared at all
C                                                D    F
For the next stop on the train where I had to get off
C                                     D   F
'cause these plans were never made at all
C                                              D      F
You've been telling lies and now it's time to go home