I j^Dust burned the pi^Ecture that you gave ^Ame I bu^Erned all your love letters, t^Aoo I k^Dnow that won't t^Eear you from my me^Amory But t^Eell me what else I can ^Ado

I g^Dave away the th^Eings that remind ^Ame I ha^Erdly ever mention your n^Aame Our fri^Dends ne^Ever see you beside ^Ame... But ^EI know you're there just the s^Aame

Mo^Est of the time you'd think I'm h^Aappy Mo^Est of the time there's someone n^Aew But m^Dost of the t^Eime I feel like c^Aryin' And m^Eost of the time that's what I ^Ado

^EMost of the time you'd think I'm^A happy Mo^Est of the time there's someone n^Aew But m^Dost of the t^Eime I feel like c^Aryin' And m^Eost of the time that's what I ^Ado