Intro:
A  E D  E   (4x)


Verse:
A                B
I can lay it on real thick
            D             E
But I know how you don't like to get bogged down
        A        B
With anything 'bout us
              D         E
And our kick ass true love tale
D         E 
Sorry I swore just then
         A         D
Cause I know you hate it
                      E                        A
And by the way that cake you baked me really sucked
       D
But I ate it


Pre Chorus:
           E
Cause I loved you

Even more that you could ever imagine
            E
Here's a friendly goodbye

5,6,7


Chorus:
A                         E
Ain't that a "b" with an itch
                       D
Ain't that a mother trucker
                   E
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks And f yourself
A                             E
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
                      D                   E
Of all the "s" words you put me through
         A  E D  E  
So f-u
     A  E D  E  
F-u


Verse 2:
A              B
I can hang it out to dry
         D                 E
Cause I know how you like all your laundry neat
A              B
And not just thrown around
         D                    E
Like a chain saw in need of juggling
D          E              A
Sorry I flipped you off cause I know,
          D
That you hate it
                    E                  A
And that homemade porn I said that I erased
         D
Well I saved it


Pre Chorus:
           E
Cause I loved you

Even more that you could ever imagine
            E
Here's a friendly goodbye

5,6,7


Chorus:
A                         E
Ain't that a "b" with an itch
                       D
Ain't that a mother trucker
                   E
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks And f yourself
A                             E
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
                      D                   E
Of all the "s" words you put me through
         A  E D  E  
So f-u
     A  E D  E  
F-u
     A  E D  E  
F-u
     A  E D  E  
F-u


Bridge:
F#m              B
I'll send you a post card that says
     D                A   G#
I'm glad you're not here
F#m              B
I'll buy you a t-shirt
         D                      A   G#
But I'll use it to wipe up the beer
D
That I spilled
E
While I was spilling my guts
         A      G#    F#m
To my friends about you
        B            D                         F
And I really don't have anything else nice to say

But f-u

F-u

5,6,7


Chorus:
A                         E
Ain't that a "b" with an itch
                       D
Ain't that a mother trucker
                   E
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks And f yourself
A                             E
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
                      D                   E
Of all the "s" words you put me through
         A  E D  E  
So f-u
     A  E D  E  
F-u
     A  E D  E  
F-u
     A  E D  E    
F-u