C# C#7 treated you like a rusty blade C#6 G#m a throwaway from an open grave E D#m C# cut you loose from a chain gang and let you go C# C#7 and on the day you said itʼs true C#6 G#m some love holds, some gets used E D#m C# tried to tell you I never knew it could be so sweet A G#m who could ever be so cruel, F# E B G#sus4 blame the devil for the things you do C# C#7 its such a selfish way to lose E D#m C# the way you lose these wasted Blues these wasted Blues B F# C# tell me that itʼs nobodyʼs fault nobodyʼs fault but my own tell me that itʼs nobodyʼs fault nobodyʼs fault but my own tell me that itʼs nobodyʼs fault nobodyʼs fault but my own tell me that itʼs nobodyʼs fault nobodyʼs fault but my own when the moon is a counterfeit better find the one that fits better find the one that lights the way for you when the road is full of nails, garbage pails and darkened jails and their tongues are full of heartless tales that drain on you who would ever notice you you fade into a shaded room itʼs such a selfish way to lose the way you lose these wasted blues, these wasted blues tell me that itʼs nobodyʼs fault nobodyʼs fault but my own tell me that itʼs nobodyʼs fault nobodyʼs fault but my own
