🎸 Intro: C F I gotta I'm I'm probably just gonna get out of here for a bit, take off 🎸 Chorus: C F Probably won't text and I probably won't call C F There really ain't much I wanna do at all C F The weight of my steps breaks the pain of my fall C F But I gotta leave, get outta these four walls
🎸 Verse : These four walls of my C Bedroom just feel like I live in hell And my livin' room more like a prison cell F I'm just stuck in a rut and I can't get out 'Bout to turn that **** into a wishin' well C And I wish I could know what to do Wish I could fix what is broken in two F I look at the sky, it's just stormy and blue And I open my eyes I just open a wound 🎸 Pre-Chorus: C G So a text or a call I'm ignorin' it all F Cut off all of my friends just to stare at the wall C G F Lie in bed I can't sleep I'm just caught in-b tween my love They won't find me 🎸 Chorus: C G F Probably won't t xt and I probably won't call (Won't call, won't call, won't call) C G F There really ain't much I wanna do at all (At all, at all, at all) C G F The weight of my steps breaks the pain of my fall (My fall, my fall, my fall) C G F But I gotta leave, get outta these four walls (These walls, these walls, these walls) 🎸 Outro: C F
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