Bottle Of Red Bottle Of Spite

C
She stares out the windowm counts raindrops until tomorrow
G                                                               C
today sees her crying while Sting sings about the breath you take

She'll take fighting chances run head first into a brick wall
G
cause what doesn't kill her makes it all just seem much closer



              C
She needs a crutch needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark



C                                                            G
the tension gets thicker the wine helps to counteract the pain
                                                    C
her whine makes him crazy so crazy he's about to break

to throw out his morals would just seem to beg the question
G
is this really worth it A risk he's sure not willing to take



              C
She needs a crutch needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark



              C
She needs a crutch needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark



C                                    G
So she says To spite my face I'm cutting off my nose for you

I know you'd do the same thing too
 C
Revel in what you'll miss out
      G
you played me for a fool this time

good luck with all your future ties



             C
So now it's done
                                   G
say goodbye to the chance that was once within your reach
          C                                  G
kiss farewell to your loss to your lack of decency
               C                                        G
you'll never know what you missed what you could have found in me
      C                                G
insincere is the word to describe you best from me



              C
She needs a crutch needs a crush
                 G
feel the rush infatuation
             C                         G
she needs a way to feel the same that she once did
            C
he needs a lot less than she seems to be
     G
too much to handle
              C
he won't say much
                 G
just leaving her in the dark