i got my [F]eye on the ceilingyou throw my [E7]pants on the floor i was just [Am]thinking ‘bout leaving we shouldn’t [C]speak anymore i’m crawling [F]into your collarbones where [E7]love is impossible but [Am]i can be your boy for the [C]weekend   and [F]i know i’m supposed to let u [E7]go but i’m weak you call my [Am]phone and come on over just...