All Time Low - Sick little games

^DOh my God Im such a terr^Bmible mess ^EmI'm turned on by the tabloids ^AYou would never have guessed ^DThat im a sucker for their gossip ^BmMan I take it too far ^EmI bottle up my Hollywood ^AAnd watch em name their kids after cars ^BmI'm finding me o^Aut ^GI'm having my doubts ^GI'm losing the best of me

^DWe're all part of the sa^Ame ^BmSick little games ^GAnd I need to get away get away ^DI'm wasting my da^Ays ^BmI throw them away Losing it a^Gll on these sick little games

^DI fell in love she was the fr^Bmiend of a sister ^EmOf somebody famous at le^Aast for a day ^DExpensive habits and a ta^Bmste for the town ^EmHad me chasin down red carpets ^AAnd watching all my friends slip away

^BmThey're finding me o^Aut ^GI'm having my doubts ^GI'm losing the best of me

^BmDressed up as my^Aself ^GTo live in the shadow ^GOf who Im supposed to be

^DWe're all part of the sa^Ame ^BmSick little games ^GAnd I need to get away get away ^DI'm wasting my da^Ays ^BmI throw them away Losing it a^Gll on these sick little games

^GIf I play my cards right ^BmI could make the big time ^DI could be a reason to st^Aare ^GCaught up in the spot light ^BmShaking from the stage fright ^AHow did I end up here

^DAll part of the s^Aame Sick little g^Bmames And I need to g^Get away get away get away

^DWe're all part of the sa^Ame ^BmSick little games ^GAnd I need to get away get away ^DI'm wasting my da^Ays ^BmI throw them away Losing it a^Gll on these sick little games

^DAll part of the s^Aame Sick little g^Bmames And I need to g^Get away get away get away