Tom: G
Introdução:
G
Having trouble with
myself these days
Em
I'm caged by my
despondent ways
G
I wake up late
Em
leave early
G
But it's the crux
Em
of me to communicate
G
cryptically But I
always speak softly
Em Am C
when I'm talking to you
G
My friends and my habits
Em
so they stick to me like glue
G
But I always speak freely
Em
when I'm venting to you
Am
But it's no consolation
C
for the way that I act
Am
I will push you away
C
I will push you back
G
And you say
"You should get
Em
your shit together
You could be so much
G
better If you just get
Em
you're shit together"
I know you're right
Am C Am C
you're right
G
You see the ugly
Em
parts I wish you
G
never knew It's
hard to sit and hide
Em
when I'm always seeking
Am
you Will you love me
C
still if I can't get
Am
out of bed? Will you
love me still with
C
these sick thoughts
in my head?
G
And I should get my
Em
shit together I could
G
be so much better if
I just get my shit
Em
together I know that
Am
I'm right I'm right
C
I know when I'm right
I know when I'm
Am C
right I'm right