Tom: Dm
Dm
Three o'clock on a late Sunday morning, the candles have burned to their end
Gm
Found the pictures we've taken, and now I'm awakened
A7
And aleep's my invisible friend
Dm
So I'm staring the hands off my wall clock, seems both of us just hang around
Gm
Got no one to warm me and nothing to hold
A7
My body needs what it don't have
Chorus:
Gm
Without him I really don't mind
Dm
A little bit lonely, he'll make up in time
Gm
As long as he loves me
Dm
He'll answer his crime
E7
The door stays wide open
A7 Dm
I know that he's mine
