PICTURE THIS

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This file is for personal private use only. All copyright laws apply. Transcribed by Mary F. Ferrara.  "Picture This" by Kristen Hall and Joanna deSeyne © Ludakris Music.

 

PICTURE THIS

(NOTHING LEFT OF ME)

 

Capo 1

 

Bb  003331

 

Intro:  G-Dm (x4)

 

G           Dm                   G

Picture the room where love goes

            Dm              G                   
Picture the note on the bed

            Dm             G       Dm
Picture the flowers on the table
G             Dm             G
I picture the hands upon the clock

              Dm            G
I picture the rain it never stops

                Dm               F
Seems like I've always been here waiting

       Dm        F

Always waiting...Waiting
          C                  G
I've been waiting here since two

            Bb               F
And there's still no sign of you

   C            G                   F          G-Dm-G-Dm
As far as I can see there's nothing left of me

 


I picture her answering the phone

Picture the nights I'll be alone

Picture her standing there beside you (beside you)
I look at the coffee in the sink

I look at the cup she used to drink

Seems like I've always been here waiting

Always waiting... Waiting

I've been waiting here since two

And there's still no sign of you

As far as I can see there's nothing left of me

 

 

Bridge:

 

G           Bb              F
Picture the photos in their frames

G           Bb            F
None of the faces are the same


And I'm waiting

Always waiting... Waiting
I've been waiting here since two

And there's still no sign of you

And as far as I can see there's nothing left of me

I'm walking out that door

Won’t be crawling on your floor

Far as I can see there’s nothing left of me

Nothing left of me

Nothing left of me