Sick Little Games chords by All Time Low

Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess
  G
I'm turned on by the tabloids
     A
You would never have guessed
      D
That I'm a sucker for their gossip
    Bm
Man, I take it too far
G
I bottle up my Hollywood
  A
And watch 'em name their kids after cars

G
I'm finding me out
A
I'm having my doubts
G
I'm losing the best of me

   A
We're all part of the same
       Bm
Sick little games
        G
And I need to get away, get away
A
I'm wasting my days
       Bm
I throw them away
      G
Losing it all on these sick little games

Bm
I fell in love, she was the friend of a sister
  A
Of somebody famous at least for a day
Bm
Expensive habits and a taste for the town
    G
Had me chasin down red carpets
  A
And watching all my friends slip away

G
They're finding me out
A
I'm having my doubts
G
I'm losing the best of me
G
Dressed up as myself
A
To live in the shadow
G
Of who I'm supposed to be

A
We're all part of the same
       Bm
Sick little games
       G
And I need to get away, get away
A
I'm wasting my days
       Bm
I throw them away
     G
Losing it all on these sick little games

Bm
If I play my cards right
G
I could make the big time
A
I could be a reason to stare
Bm
Caught up in the spot light
G
Shaking from the stage fright
A
How did I end up here?

A
All part of the same
       Bm
Sick little games
       G
And I need to get away, get away, get away, get away

A
We're all part of the same
       Bm
Sick little games
        G
And I need to get away, get away
A
I'm wasting my days
       Bm
I throw them away
     G
Losing it all on these sick little games

A
All part of the same
       Bm
Sick little games
       G
And I need to get away, get away, get away, get away