Bittersweet Sundays

You’re killing me with this distance
A bittersweet existence
Lost in this new place
Leaving your room was a mistake
Trapped in this dorm hall
I need more than a phone call
I need flesh in this dull bed
A tangible you instead
I’m staring at your picture
A constant reminder
Of a long lost Summer
And how good things once were
I’m wearing this bracelet
Bright blue like you made it
I’m trying hard not to break it
Out of frustration

Some wake up on the wrong side of the bed
And feel cursed
But I know that’s where I belong
’Cause that’s where I came alive inside you first
With our legs on the pillows
The rays from the windows
Struck through the room
Like the one’s in my head

Last saw you on the weekend
It wasn’t hard just to pretend
That it was back to the old ways
No shallow and alone days
We were laying on each other
Playing dead with your brother
But the truth is hard to swallow
When Mondays always follow
We joke around about leavin’
Against logic and reason
I’m ready to begin believin’
What’s here for me I’m not seein’
So grab my arm and a suitcase
I’ll pull you off to a new place
Where time is like water
For us to mold at a new pace

Some wake up on the wrong side of the bed
And feel cursed
But I know that’s where I belong
’Cause that’s where I came alive inside you first
With our legs on the pillows
The rays from the windows
Struck through the room
Like the one’s in my head

Verse:
B | B | B | B
E-v1 | E-v1 | E-v1 | E-v1 (Whole thing 4x)

B: x 2 1 4 x x
E version1: 0221xx

Chorus:
G#m F#-v2 | E-v2 E-v1 | B/D# | F#/C# 2x
E | E | F# | F#

G#m: 4 2 x 4 x x
F# version2: 2 4 x 3 x x
E version2: 0 7 6 9 x x
B/D#: x 6 4 4 x x
F#/C#: x 4 4 3 x x