Make Me Worse - Kings Of The City

Am G Dm Mother there's a side to me you don't know Dm Am Different to the child with the smile in your photo, G Dm Made some decisions some wrong some right, now strangers call my number Am When I'm sleeping at night G Dm But they're sinners too Am And they'll only make me worse. G Dm Don't let me go Am And roll away like a penny down a hole in the road.