^Gmaybe I was naive, ^Cadd9got lost in your eyes and ^Em7never really had a chanc^Cadd9e ^Gmy mistake I didn't know to^Cadd9 be in love you had to ^Em7fight to have the upper ^Cadd9hand I had ^Em7so many dreams about^Cadd9 you and me happy ^Dendings, now I know

^Em7And it's not ^D/F#theirs to specu^Cadd9late If it's ^Em7wrong^D/F# and ^Em7your hands are ^D/F#tough but they are ^Cadd9where mine be^Em7long ^D/F#and ^Em7I'll fight their ^D/F#doubt and give you ^Cadd9faith with this ^Em7song ^D/F#for y^Cadd9ou

^GCause I love the ^Em7gap between your ^Cadd9teeth ^GAnd I love the ^Em7riddles that you ^Cadd9speak And any ^Gsnide remarks from my ^Em7father about ^Cadd9your tattoos will be ign^Gored ^D/F#Cause my heart is ^Cadd9yours

^GFond gestures are ex^Dchanged And the ^Amorgan starts to play a song That ^Csounds like a death march And ^GI am hiding in the cur^Dtains It seems that ^AmI was uninvited By your ^Clovely bride-to-be

^AmShe---e ^Cfloats down the aisle Like a ^Gpageant queen^D But ^AmI--I ^Ckno--ow You ^Gwish it was me D -stop You wish it was me- Don't you?

I'm gonna ^Cadd9find someone someday who might a^Dctually treat me well this is a^G big world, that was a ^Em7small town there in my ^Cadd9rearview mirror disappearin^Dg now and it's ^Em7too late for y^Gmaj7ou and your ^Cadd9white horse, Em7 Gmaj7 Cadd9* G* now its too late for you and your white horse, to catch me now