[Intro]
F C G Am
F C G G
[Estrofe]
F                                             C 
When I was a kid the things I did were hidden under the grid 
G                                                 Am 
Young and naive, I never believed that love could be so well hid 
F                                           C 
With regret I'm willing to bet they say the older you get 
G                                    Am 
It gets harder to forgive and harder to forget 
F                               C 
It gets under your shirt like a dagger at work 
G                                    Am 
The first cut is the deepest but the rest still flippin' hurt 
    F                                   C 
You build your heart of plastic, you're cynical and sarcastic 
        G 
And you end up in the corner on your own
[Refrão]
F                                       C 
'Cos I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection 
  G                         Am 
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection 
  F                              C 
I thought I was close, but under further inspection 
   G                               Am 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction, oh no
[Intro]

F C G Am
F C G G
[Estrofe]
           F                                     C 
What's the point in getting your hopes up, when all you're ever getting is choked up? 
            G                                Am 
When you're coked up, and can't remember the reason why you broke up 
       F                                   C 
You'll call her in the morning when you're coming down and falling 
        G 
Like an old man on the side of the road 
                   F 
Cause when you're apart, you don't wanna mingle 
            C 
When you're together you wanna be single 
         G                                     Am 
Ever the chase to taste the kiss of bliss that made your heart tingle 
         F 
How much greener the grass is 
              C 
Through those rose tinted glasses 
         G 
But the butterflies they flutter by and leave us on our arses
[Refrão]
F                                       C 
'Cos I want to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection 
  G                         Am 
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection 
  F                              C 
I thought Ii was close, but under further inspection 
   G                               Am 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction 
        F                         C 
There's fish in the sea for me to make a selection 
    G                            Am 
I'd jump in, if it wasn't for my ear infection 
      F                            C 
Cause all I really want is try to make a connection 
       G                              Am 
But it seems I've been running in the wrong direction, oh no
[Intro]

F C G Am
F C G G
[Refrão]
            F                              C 
oh oh, I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection 
  G                         Am 
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection 
  F                              C 
I thought I was close, but under further inspection 
   G                               Am 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction 
 
 
     F                               C 
I'd love to feel love, but I can't stand the rejection 
  G                         Am 
I hide behind my jokes as a form of protection 
       F                              C 
and I thought I was close, but under further inspection 
   G                               Am                      F C 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction, oh no
[Outro]
   G                               Am              F C 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction 
   G                               Am              F C 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction 
   G                               Am              F C 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction 
  
(one strum) 
   G                               Am 
It seems I've been running, in the wrong direction