Key: D
Introduction:
Dm Am
You call me every night and tell me that you feel like shit
Dm
I say "I'm sorry, is there any way I can help with it?"
Am
I listen to you scream the world is simply your enemy
Dm
With death and taxes what's the point of tryna be happy
Dm
And I've had bad days bad years
Bad boys and bad careers
Am
But I'm still standing here
G
I understand you darling but at the end of the day
Dm
You just won't help yourself
Rather give someone else
Am
A glimpse into your hell
G
Pour all your problems on 'em
Just so you can walk away
Dm
Boy I'm too young
Gm7
To be your mother
Dm
Not smart enough
Gm7
To be your therapist either
Dm
And I'm always here if you needa talk
Gm7
But maybe first you should talk a walk
Dm
'Cause I'm not gonna make you change
Gm7
That's above my pay grade babe