Misc Originals – Anna Rauschert - Dead End Love (Guitar)

            Am
I’ve been talking to the mirror

        F
just to hear the truth, ’cause you don’t

Dm                                     E F
listen, you just twist my words in two.

        Am
Every promise you made was a landmine and I kept

F
dancing ’round it, thinking you’d change your mind.

Dm
But I’m done walking on this tightrope blind,

                E
I’m not your saint and you’re no prize to find.

           Am
So here it is, my last confession: you’re a bad

F                                              C
addiction dressed as affection. I was bleeding love,

                  C                   E
you were feeding lies, guess I’m the fool who

                                F
kept closing her eyes. But I’m wide awake, and

      G                                 Am
I’ve had enough-we’re just a dead end, dead end love.

                      Am            F
You keep pulling me close just to push me away,

               Dm
like I’m your favorite game you play when you’re bored

             Am
of the day. All the sweet words you whispered turned to

                                 F
poison in my head, and I’m still choking on the things you never said.

             F                             E
I’m tired of begging for a little respect, you’re not the storm I survive

           Am
So here it is, my last confession: you’re a bad

F                                              C
addiction dressed as affection. I was bleeding love,

                  C                   E
you were feeding lies, guess I’m the fool who

                                F
kept closing her eyes. But I’m wide awake, and

      G                                 Am
I’ve had enough-we’re just a dead end, dead end love.

F                                      Dm
Maybe I still love you, but that’s the cruelest part;

           Am                                      G
you don’t get to keep my soul just because you’ve got my

            F                      Dm
heart. I’m breaking the chains you wrapped around my name,

          E
and if you call this love-it’s a damn shame

           Am
So here it is, my last confession: you’re a bad

F                                              C
addiction dressed as affection. I was bleeding love,

                  C                   E
you were feeding lies, guess I’m the fool who

                                F
kept closing her eyes. But I’m wide awake, and

      G                                 Am
I’ve had enough-we’re just a dead end, dead end love.