You were a [G]brand-new [D]blue jean, [D]picket on the [G7]front lawn
A [C]reason just to [Cm]get off the [G]floor [G7]
From a [C]friend to a [D]stranger, a s[B7]imple re[Em]arranger
[A7]Should I even open that [D7]door?
It was a [G]Sunday [D]morning, [G]hanging by a [G7]shoelace
[C]Felt like you were [Cm]startin' a [G]war [G7]
Now you're [C]changin' and [D]movin', I'll [B7]take my ass to [Em]Houston
'Cause [A7]I don't think you [D7]love me any[G]more
I was a [G]headache [D]some days, but [G]surely no one's [G7]perfect
See, [C]lovin' me's like [Cm]doin' a [G]chore [G7]
Instead of [C]blaming and [D]bruising, and [B7]watching what I'm [Em]losing
[A7]I don't think I [D7]love you any[G]more
And if [B7]this is my goodbye It's been the [Em]longest of my life
I see my [A7]shoes have been filled
And still, all I can hope is that he's [D7]treating you nice
I see the [G]new man you're [D]holding, the [G]bar is finally [G7]closing
I [C]don't know what I'm [Cm]bugging you [G]for [G7]
Between the [C]silence and the [D]mileage, the [B7]feelings you were [Em]hiding
[A7]I don't think you [D7]love me any[G]more
And [A7]I don't think I [D7]love you any[G]more
But [A7]I don't think I'll [D7]ever be so [G]sure
