D C# F#m B Rolling off my side to start the day Em A D A Spoon in my hand to scrape my milk away Forward pressing For the reason I am dressing And the answers for the times I stopped to pray Searching for an ear to ease my mind And eyes that see enough to lead the blind Amd I pretending? These words we share in mending Since when did listening become a crime? CHORUS: G F#m Bm E G Why, when I need some Bm Em A It seems it never comes G F# Bm E It will be my self that I lose Em A D If it’s still myself that I choose Justifying time i’ve spent alone To turn this empty house into a home Now undressing The reason I was pressing Was to find another piece to help me grow CHORUS.: Why, when I need some It seems it never comes It will be my self that I lose If it’s still myself that I choose (2x) D Em One more smile F#m One more day Em A I’ve silently grown wiser for this time One more smile One more day One more time You and me! We will see You and me