TAKE IT OFF THE SCREEN
Print the sheet for the piano stand, or load the MIDI into any app and practise at your own tempo.
HOW TO PLAY
- 1Put your right thumb on middle C. Most beginner songs stay under five fingers — you never move your hand.
- 2Set the speed down and turn CLICK on. Press each key exactly when the note reaches the line.
- 3Loop the bar that keeps breaking until it feels easy, then add the left hand and take the speed back up.
LYRICS
You played it cool and I played it (F5)dumb.
Don’t you think I’m a lit tle too (Ebsus)young to be messed with like that?
So con vinc ing, you made it look (F5)fun.
Laugh it off, but the dam age is (Ebsus)done, say ing, “Ba by, just re lax.”
(Bbm)I got my hopes too high.
(Ab)You hard ly said good bye, then (Db)cas ual ly walked out of my (Eb)life.
Oh, we don’t (Db)talk an y more, talk an y more, talk an y (Ab)more.
Gave me the si lent treat ment.
The least you could ’ve done was (Fm)give me a rea son.
And (Db)I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig (Ab)nore the way I hate you for leav (Eb)ing.
Too much free time star ing (Fm)up at the ceil ing.
It’s been a month since you went and checked (Ab)in.
I wan na ask, “Where the hell have you (Eb)been?” ’Cause I’ve been right where you left me.
Poured my self con trol down the (Ab)sink.
I al most die ev ’ry time the phone (Eb)rings.
Why won’t some bod y help (Fm)me?
(Bbm)I got my hopes too high, (Ab)read in be tween the lines.
(Db)Am I sup posed to read your (Eb)mind?
Oh, we don’t (CN.C.)talk an y more, talk an y more, talk an y more.
Gave me the si lent treat ment.
The least you could ’ve done was (Fm)give me a rea son.
And (Db)I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig (Ab)nore the way I hate you for leav (Eb)ing.
Too much free time star ing (Fm)up at the ceil ing.
You’re a nar cis sist, I’m an op ti mist.
Name a dead li er com bo.
Some thing’s wrong with us.
Ain’t it ob vi ous?
Build me up and then, oh no.
Call me just a friend, here we go a gain.
Tell them all that you hate me, hate me.
It’s like you e (Eb)rased me.
’Cause we don’t (Db5)talk an y more, talk an y more, talk an y (Ab5)more.
Gave me the si lent treat ment.
Did you go find some one or (F5)am I the rea son?
And (Db)I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig nore, I can’t ig (Ab)nore the way I hate you for leav (Eb)ing.
Too much free time star ing (Fm)up at the ceil ing.
Give me a rea son for the treat ment I’ve been (Fm)feel ing.
Give me a rea son for you leav ing.
I’ve been (Fm)scream ing.
SONG INFO
- Level
- 5 of 5
- Key
- Db
- Tempo
- 120 BPM
- Plays
- 152
- Category
- Pop
- Artist
- Freya Skye