[Intro] Em  G  C

[First Part]

Em              G
  I know you know
                    C
It felt just like a joke

I show, you don't

And now we're talkin'
Em               G
  I know your ghost
                      C
I see her through the smoke

She'll play her show
    G              Em
And you'll be watchin'

[Pre-Chorus]

                            D                       C
And if history's clear, someone always ends up in ruins
                            G                             Em
And what seemed like fate becomes "What the hell was I doin'?"
          D                            C
Babylon lovers hangin', lifetimes on a vine (Ooh)
                G
Do you miss mine?

[Chorus]

       G     C   D
Do you miss us, us?
                               G     C   D
I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us?
                                Em  D   C
Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us
          G
Us (Us), us (Us), us (Us)

[Segunda Parte]

G           C
 I know you know
                       D
It felt like somethin' old

It felt like somethin' holy, like souls bleedin'
G                          C
So, it fеlt like what I've known
                         D
You're twеnty-nine years old
                                      G
So how can you be cold when I open my home?

[Pre-Chorus]

                            C                           D
And if history's clear, the flames always end up in ashes
                                                                               G
And what seemed like fate, give it ten months and you'll be past it (You'll be past it)
          C                                 D
Babylon lovers hangin', missed calls on the line

I gave you mine

[Chorus]

        G     C   D
Did you mind us, us?
                               G     C   D
I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us?
                               G    C   D
Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us

Us (Us), us (Us), us (Us)

[Bridge]

     Em                            G
That night, you were talkin' false prophets and profits
     C                      D
They make in the margins of poetry sonnets
    Em                   G
You never read up on it, shame, could've learned somethin'
C                     D                           Em
Robert Bly on my nightstand, gifts from you, how ironic
             G                     C
A curse or a miracle, hearse or an oracle
            D                     Em
You're incomparable, fuck, it was chemical
          C                   D
You (You) plus (Plus) me (Me) was

[Chorus]

 G   C   D
Us, us, us
                               G     C   D
I felt it, you held it, do you miss us, us?
                               G    C   D
Wonder if you regret the secret of us, us
                                G   C    D
Mistaken for strangers the way it was, was
                                      G  C   D
The pain of, the reign of, the flame of us, us
                                     G     C   D
The outline, well, sometimes, do you miss us, us?
                                       G
The best kind, well, sometimes, do you miss us?