[G]State the [Am]obvious, I
[C]didn’t get my [D]perfect fantasy
[G]I [Am]realize you love [C]yourself
more than you could [D]ever love me
[G]So go and [Am]tell your [C]friends
that I’m [D]obsessive and [G]crazy
That’s [Am]fine; you won't [C]mind if I [D]say
And by the [C]way...
I hate that [G]stupid old [Am]pickup truck
You [C]never let me [D]drive
You’re a [G]redneck, [Am]heartbreak
Who’s [C]really bad at [D]lying
[G]So watch me [Am]strike a [C]match
On all my [D]wasted time
As [C]far as I’m concerned you’re
[D]Just another picture to burn
[G] [Am] [C] [D]
[C]When I picture my [G]hometown
There's a [D]bronze spray-tanned statue of you
[C]And a plaque underneath [G]it
That [D]threatens to push me down the stairs, at our school
[C]And it was always the [G]same searing pain
[D]But I dreamed that one day, I could say
[G]All that time you were throwin'
[C]punches, I was buildin' somethin'
[D]And I can't forgive the way you made me feel
[G]Screamed "F—k you, Aimee" to the
[C]night sky, as the blood was [D]gushin'
[D]But I can't forget the way you made me heal
[G] [C] [D]
[G]There’s no [Am]time for tears,
I’m just [C]sitting here [D]planning my revenge
[G]There’s nothing [Am]stopping me
From [C]going out with [D]all of your best friends
[G]And if you [Am]come [C]around saying [D]sorry to me
My [G]daddy’s gonna [Am]show you how [C]sorry you’ll [D]be
Cause I hate that [G]stupid old [Am]pickup truck
You [C]never let me [D]drive
You’re a [G]redneck, [Am]heartbreak
Who’s [C]really bad at [D]lying
[G]So watch me [Am]strike a [C]match
On all my [D]wasted time
In [C]case you haven’t heard, you’re
[D]Just another picture to burn
[G]Everyone knows that my [C]mother is a saintly [D]woman
[D]But she used to say she wished that you were dead
[G]I pushed each boulder up the [C]hill
Your words are still just
[D]ringing in my head, ringing in my head
[Em]I wrote a thousand songs that you [Am]find uncool
[G]I built a legacy which you [D]can't undo
[Em]But when I count the scars, there's a [Am]moment of truth
[G]That there wouldn't be this, if there [D]hadn't been you
[C]
And [C]if you’re missing me,
You’d better [D]keep it to yourself
Cause [C]coming back around [G]here
Would be [D]bad for your health...
Cause I hate that [G]stupid old [Am]pickup truck
You [C]never let [D]me drive
You’re a [G]redneck, [Am]heartbreak
Who’s [C]really bad at [D]lying
[G]So watch me [Am]strike a [C]match
On all my [D]wasted time
In [C]case you haven't heard
I [D]really really hated
[G]All that time you were
throwin' [C]punches, it was all for [D]nothin'
[D]And our town, it looks so small, from way up here
[G]Screamed "Thank you, Aimee" to the [C]
night sky, and the stars are [D]stunnin'
[D]'Cause I can't forget the way you made me heal
[G]Everyone knows that my [C]mother is a saintly [D]woman
[D]But she used to say she wished that you were dead
[G]So I pushed each boulder up that [C]hill
Your words were still just [D]
ringin' in my head, ringin' in my head
[C]Burn, burn, [D]burn, baby, [G]burn [Am]
You’re [C]just another [D]picture to [G]burn
[C]Thank you, [G]Aimee