F7M Gm7 Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?AmThe game is overDmOverBbOverFCDmNo good times, no bad timesDmFThere's no times at allGm7Just The New York TimesFGm7 Sitting on the windowsillFNear the flowersGm7We might as well be apartAmIt hardly mattersDmBbWe sleep separatelyFCDmAnd drop a smile passing in the hallFBut there's no laughs leftGm7'Cause we laughed them allF/CGm7 And we laughed them allIn a very short timeGm7TimeFIs tapping on my foreheadGm7FHanging from my mirrorGm7F/CRattling the teacupsGm7And I wonderFGm7How long can I delay?AmWe're just a habit DmBbLike saccharinFCDmAnd I'm habitually feelin' kinda blueFGm7But each time I try onAmThe thought of leaving youBbI stopFBbI stop and think it over