Puerto Rico

F Am Dm C F Am You wrote that letter and you left it by the door F Am In the bluest motel in Puerto Rico F Am Put on your swimsuit, made your way down to the beach Dm C You said the sea was the place where you felt free F Am We lost our money, our home, and the cars F Am Premiums are what they are F Am So when the doctor told you "It's back again" Dm C You kept it to yourself like a goddamn martyr Bb F Now the water's rising Bb F And I cannot swim Bb F The water's rising Dm C F Some of these fights we're never going to win F Am You sold your wedding ring, and borrowed what you could F Am You'd always dreamed about the beaches of Culebra F Am You said that we deserved some time away Dm C You'd finally found your little piece of heaven Bb F Now the water's rising Bb F And I cannot swim Bb F The water's rising Dm C F Some of these fights we're never going to win F Am Dm C F Am Dm C F Am Now I'm the asshole mad at the world F Am I'm the asshole mad at you F Am You got to say your goodbyes Dm C All I got was less time with you Bb F Now the water's rising Bb F And I cannot swim Bb F The water's rising Dm C F Some of these fights we're never going to win Bb C F Some of these fights we're never going to win