Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) Dm You call me every night and tell me that you feel like shit C I say "I'm sorry, is there any way I can help with it?" Dm I listen to you scream the world is simply your enemy C With death and taxes what's the point of tryna be happy Dm And I've had bad days, bad years Dm Bad boys and bad careers C But I'm still standing here Bb I understand you darling but at the end of the day Dm You just won't help yourself Dm Rather give someone else C
A glimpse into your hell Bb Pour out all your problems Just so you can walk away Dm Boy I'm too young Bb To be your mother Dm Not smart enough Bb To be your therapist either Dm And I'm always here if you need a talk Bb But maybe first you should talk a walk Dm Cos I'm not gonna make you change Bb That's above my pay grade, babe
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