Matchbox Twenty - Mad Season: chords

             A#
Well I feel stupid, but
          Cm              D#
I know it won't last for long
            A#
I've been guessing, and
   Cm                       D#
I could have been guessing wrong
Gm                 F      A#
You don't know me now, I kinda thought that you
 D#
should somehow
           A#    F   Gm     F       D#
It's that whole mad season got you down

Well I feel stupid
But it's something that comes and goes
And I've been changing
I think it's funny how no one knows
We don't talk about
The little things that we do without
When that whole mad season comes around

Gm
So, why ya gotta stand there
                         Cm
looking like the answer now?
Gm                     Cm
It seems to me you'll come around
D#
We need to be together now

Chorus:
             A#                       F
I need you now, do you think you can cope
                  A#
You've figured me out, that I'm lost and
     F
I'm hopeless
                  Cm                        D#
I'm bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken,
          A#
I come undone
In this mad season

I feel stupid
But I think I've been catching on
I feel ugly
But I know I still turn you on
You've grown colder now
Torn apart, angry, turned around
What that whole mad season knock you down?

So are you gonna stand there,
are you gonna help me out?
We need to be together now

Chorus

And now I'm crying, isn't that what you want?
And I'm trying to live my life on my own,
but I won't, no
At times I do believe I am strong
So someone tell me why, why, why
Do I, I, I
Feel stupid
And I come undone
Well I come undone

Chorus:
I need you now, do you think you can cope?
You figured me out, that I'm lost and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken

Well I need you now, do you think you can cope?
You figured me out, I'm a child and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken
I come, oh, I come undone, in this mad season

In this mad season
It's been a mad season
Been a mad season