F Am G
And now that I'm without your kisses
C F
I'll be needing stitches
Am
I'm tripping over myself,
G C
I'm aching begging you to come help
F Am G
And now that I'm without your kisses
C F
I'll be needing stitches
Am G C F
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Am G C F
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Am G C F
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Am G
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
C F
I'm left seeing red on my own
F G
Got a feeling that I'm going under
Am G
But I know that I'll make it out alive
F G
If I quit calling you my lover
Am
Move on