Bankrupt Emotionally

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Am G
In actuality you're just playing with me
The facts are there to see bankrupt emotionally
So you sent me cold hearts and dead flowers can I send it back
You splash out on some fancy perfume in a beautiful but a rented room
And it takes bitter grapes to make it our finest wine
And your far out far-flung philosophies could not be further from my mind
You promised me you'd fly me to the moon you are late I'm still waiting
All of one we need to but seriously that drift with me
Get off my cloud it's reserved for an angel with darker wings
If it's so important to you can't you wait, can't you just give in