ALL TOO WELL

I (G)walked through the door with you, the air was cold.

(Em)Some thin’ ’bout it felt like (C)home some how.

And I left my scarf there at your (D)sis ter’s house and (Em)you’ve still got it in your drawer e ven now.

Oh, your (G)sweet dis po the si tion and my (D)wide eyed turn gaze, You used to be we’re (Em)sing in’ in the car, get tin’ lost up state.

Your (G)Au tumn leaves in’ fall in’ down you like the (D)piec es in to place and I (Em)tell can pic ture it in’ af ter (C)all these days.

And I (G)know it’s long gone and that was (D)mag ic’s not here no more and I (Em)might be o kay, but I’m not for (D)get fine at all.

ed to.

’Cause (G)there we are a gain on that (D)lit tle town street.

You (Em)al most ran the red ’cause you were (C)look in’ o ver at me.

Wind in my (G)hair, I was there.

I re mem (D)ber it all too (Em)well.

Pho to (G)al bum on the coun ter, and your (D)cheeks were turn in’ You used to be a (Em)lit tle kid with glass es in a sized bed.

Your (G)moth er’s tell in’ sto ries ’bout you on the (D)T ball in to team.

and You (Em)tell me ’bout your past, in’ your ter (C)fu ture was

And I (G)know it’s long gone and there was (D)noth in’ else I do.

And I for (Em)get a bout you e nough to for (D)get why I need ed to.

’Cause (G)there we are a gain in the (D)mid dle of the

We’re (Em)danc in’ ’round the kitch in the re (C)frig er a tor light.

me.

Wind Down the (G)stairs, I was there.

I re mem (D)ber it all too (Em)well.

Pho to (Em)well.

Yeah.

May be we got (G)lost in trans la tion, may be I (D)asked for too much.

But may be this (Em)thing was a mas ter piece till you (C)tore it all up, run nin’ scared.

I was there, I re mem (D)ber it all too (Em)well.

And you (G)call me up a gain just to (D)break me like a prom ise.

So (Em)ca sual ly cruel in the name (C)of be in’ hon est.

I’m a crum (G)pled up piece of pa per ly (D)in’ here ’cause I re mem ber it all,

all,

all

too (G)well.

(G)Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m par a lyzed by it.

I’d like to (Em)be my old self a gain, but I’m (C)still try’n’ to find it af ter (G)plaid shirt days and nights when you (D)made me your own.

Now you (Em)mail back my things and I (C)walk home a lone.

But you (G)keep my old scarf from that (D)ver y first week

’cause it re (Em)minds you of in no cence and (C)smells like me.

You can’t get (G)rid of it

’cause you re (D)mem ber it all too (Em)well,

(C)yeah.