Intro: C Am C Am

C                  Am
you put on your raincoat
           C                   Am
cause it looks like it just might today
Dm                   Am                  F    
you grab your keys, and you're out the door
  C     F      
before you know where you're going.

    C             Am                         
if blame, as they say, is for god and little kids
              C                                   Am
then you're deserving of praise or a slap on the wrist
           Dm                     Am        F
cause you can't help but blame yourself
      C
for your long face

F            G                   C         F
not a day passes that you don't fold your hands
F            G          F            
and ask St. Francis to find the lust for life
      C             F
that you lost when she left
            Am             F
with your tounge and your last breath
C         Am                   F
she's a thief with an eye for nice things

Instrumental

F          G                    C           F
not a day passes that you don't close your eyes
F          G            F        
and ask St. Francis to find the love of your life
      C             F
that you lost when she left
          Am                  F
you dumb fuck, your life's a mess
C              Am               F
without her to tell you what to say
             Am
or when to breathe
               F                     C       Am  C Am
or what you'll need or where you're going.