Sick Little Games Chords

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