A
I remember when we first fell in love
D
Symphonies at the bus stop on a Tuesday
A
I was wearing blue Nike high tops
E
You were annotating Greek tragedies
A
I spent the next eight months
D
Documentin' my heart in voice memos
A
Tryna' write down my feelings in real time
E                                                   D
Part of me knew it would slip through my fingers so quickly
           N.C.
Like it always does


[Pre-Chorus]
               D
I guess I was too much for you
                    E
Or was I just not enough for you?
              D
I can never decide, so I analyze
                 E
Replay all the scenes in my movie screen
              D
How I pulled away and you made me pay
                  E
That weekend in May, that night in July
              D
Blame it on summer, blame it on distance
              E
Blame it on me, on all my resistance
               D
To get in so close, I might really need you
             E
You're the one person, who might really see through
           D
All of my bullshit and all of my anger
                    E
That time when you called and I didn't answer
             D
So I just relive these communications
                E
And then I go back to our last conversation


[Chorus]
A                     E
Now you're leaning against a brick wall
 D
With your backpack on baby
A                 E
You look so much older than
D
Than when I met you
A            E
I can't believe its over
 D
I watch our lives untangle
A             E                 D
I guess that this is the part when

I block your number


[Verse 2]
A                                      D
Sorting through the nuances of conversation

Your affliction tells me if you mean it
 A
Modern love is so damn romantic
    E                                           D
The irony of poor connection as we talk over FaceTime
           D
What a metaphor
 A
You say I remind you of fiction
D
A remarkable girl but also a nightmare
A                                  E
You found it poetic and sometimes magnetic
                                 D
Until you got sick of my psychoanalysis
       E
Like they always do


[Pre-Chrous]
                 D
I'll blame it on summer, I'll blame it on distance
                  E
I'll blame it on you, on all your persistence
                D
That it's only chances, and it's only timin'
                E
And if it were perfect, I wouldn't be cryin'
                   D
On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby
             E
And you keep insistin' and I keep on sobbin
            D
And I just relive the deliberations
               E
And then I go back to our last conversation


[Chorus]
A                   E
Now you're leaning against a brick wall
D
With your backpack on baby
A                 E
You look so much older than
D
Than when I met you
A           E
I can't believe it's over
D
I watch our lives untangle
A              E
I guess that this is the part when
 D
I block your number


[Outro]
                  A                        E
I'll blame it on summer, I'll blame it on distance (I block your number)
                 F#m                 D
I'll blame it on you, on all your persistence (I block your number)
               A                       E
That it's only chances, and it's only timin' (I block your number)
               F#m                         D
And if it were perfect, I wouldn't let be cryin' (I block your number)
                   A                          E
On the floor of my dorm room, you wait in the lobby (I block your number)
              F#m                      D
And you keep insistin' and I keep on sobbin (I block your number)
              A               E
And I just relive the deliberations (I block your number)
             F#m
And then I go back to our last conversation