C
They say that your heart

Is the size of your fist
                     Am
I can tell you first hand

I know how that glove fits
                    G
It takes your whole life just

To teach it two tricks:
   F
It beats and it attacks
       C
And in between is all of love
            Am
And loss, attraction
                                 G
You live your life between contractions
                         F
And you and I we do just that


[Chorus]
                C          Am
What if I could cure me of you?
        G                   F
Am I so sure which pill I'd choose?
          Am           G
Maybe I'm happier with half of you
         C
Than I'd be with clean
    F
But empty rooms
       Am                G
In the mess it's made of us
                 Em      F
There's still so much to lose


[Verse]
    C
The key I swallowed
             Am
The lock you picked

All these spinning bottles
        G
And I'm still the mark you missed
               F
We should be a settled argument
            C
But I can't do that

I can't remove the screws
          Am
Of my own youth

Can't just pull out all the
                G
Fuses and start new
                        F
Can't erase and can't undo

My past with you
      C
And I know it's

It's not the sort of thing you're
            Am
Supposed to show if

You can you're supposed
                 G
To try to let it go, you

Just shoulder what you can
    F
And soldier through


[Chorus]
                C          Am
What if I could cure me of you?
        G                   F
Am I so sure which pill I'd choose?
          Am           G
Maybe I'm happier with half of you
         C
Than I'd be with clean
    F
But empty rooms
       Am                G
In the mess it's made of us
                 Em      F
There's still so much to lose


Am         G
I get this feeling
         Dm            F
When I'm far away from home
             Am
That I don't know
             G
The girl I'd be if we'd
     Em            C
Left well enough alone
            Am       G      Dm      C
But what is well enough?
        Am       G       Em       C
What is well enough alone?


[Chorus]
                C          Am
What if I could cure me of you?
        G                   F
Am I so sure which pill I'd choose?
          Am           G
Maybe I'm happier with half of you
         C
Than I'd be with clean
    F
But empty rooms
       Am                G
In the mess it's made of us
                 Em      F
There's still so much to lose