| ← | Silverchair | → |
| B | F | C |
| Millionaire s | ay, got a b | ig shot deal |
| B | |
| And thrown it all away, b | ut |
| But I'm not too sure, how I'm supposed to feel |
| Or what I'm supposed to say, but |
| F | B | |
| I'm n | ot, not s | ure, |
| F | g | |
| Not t | oo sure how it f | eels |
| d | (B F C) | |
| To handle every d | ay |
| Make room for the prey, 'cause I'm coming in |
| With what I wanna say, but |
| It's gonna hurt, and I love the pain |
| A breeding ground for hate but |
Ref.
| g | |
| Like the one that just p | assed |
| C | c F E D | |
| In the crowd of all the p | eople |
| E | D |
| Remember tod | ay |
| C | G | D | |
| I've n | o resp | ect for y | ou |
| And I miss you love |
| And I miss you love |
| I love the way you love, but I hate the way |
| I'm supposed to love you back and |
| It's just a fad part of the |
| teenage angst brigade and |
Ref.
| g | |
| Like the one that just p | assed |
| C | c F E D | |
| In the crowd of all the p | eople |
| E | D |
| Remember tod | ay ... (2x) |
| I love the way you love, but I hate the way |
| I'm supposed to love you back |