It used to feel like Emaj9heaven.
Emaj9 Used to feel like
F#m11/EMayF#m11/E I used to hear
those Emaj9violins playing our
strings like a Emaj9symphony. Now
they've F#m11/Egone awayF#m11/E
ENobody F#m7wants to know the truth.
F#m7 Gm7Until their G#m7heart's broken
(their heart's been G#m7broken)
Don't you Gm7dare tell them F#m7what
you think to do (F#m7don't you dare)
Gm7Till they get G#m7over (and over,
F#m7over) You can only Gm7learn these
F#m7things from experienceF#m7 Gm7When
you get G#m7older (oh, when you get
older, G#m7you'll understand,Gm7
oh) I F#m7just wish that someone
would have toldF#m7 me,