Tom: C#m C#m Turn around there's those eyes again. A Turn around fake indifference and I. C#m A Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear. C#m A hundred bodies fill this room. A And all their faces overdone. C#m A Pain is foreign, foreign to us. C#m B A I don't even know you. C#m B A You won't even know I'm gone. F# A Am Was it something I did wrong? E B A Am Roses, roses cold. E B A Am Roses, roses sold out. C#m Turn around reds and whites again. A I'd sell my kicks for one more low tar. C#m A Fevers hand in hand with shoelace bracelets. C#m Why are some girls so naive? A He didn't unbutton your blouse to see. C#m A better view of your heart. A Oh yeah, can't blame you for trying. C#m B A I don't even know you. C#m B A You won't even know I'm gone. F# A Am Was it something I did wrong? E B A Am Roses, roses cold. E B A Am Roses, roses sold out. E B A Am Roses, roses cold. E B A Am Roses, roses sold out. C#m A Sing it soft. B Make it slow. A Apples parachute B the boys back down. C#m A Fill it up. B Overflow. A B A new, improved modern way to feel. C#m B A I don't even know you. C#m B A You won't even know I'm gone. F# A Am Was it something I did wrong? F# A Am Was it something I did wrong? F# A Was it something I did wrong?