Daniel Norgren - Putting my tomorrows behind

^FWhen I'm coming home, my ^Gmmind starts to roam. ^GmI go to bed while picking up sp^Feed ^Fthe surface might say ^Gmthat I'm doing okay ^Gmthat I got what a man might ne^Fed

^FI got my degree^Gm, a brand new tv ^Gmthe parts where I live ain't too ^Fbad ^Fbut I can't recall^Gm, none of it all ^Gmin any dreams I've h^Fad

^BbI hear myself saying, I'm doing fine my ^Flife is a walk through th^Bbe pines. ^FBut I'm sick and I'm tired, sp^Gmending my time, putting my tomorrows beh^Find.

^FThe sky is big and white and I^Gm'm locked inside ^Gmworking all day with a f^Frown ^FI guess I'm just a coward who would ne^Gmed to get fired ^Gmand banished from this to^Fwn

^BbI think to myself, things weren't trying like ^Ftomorrow I'll quit, tough^Bb I'm. ^Fbut I'm sick and tired spendin^Gmg my time putting my tomorrows beh^Find.

^BbI think to myself, time after time ^Ftomorrow I'll be there in my ^Bbprime ^Fbut I'm sick and I'm tired, ca^Gmuse I know that I'm lying I'm putting my to^Fmorrows behind ^FI'm sick and I'm tired, cause ^GmI'm not even trying ^GmI'm putting my tomorrows behin^Fd.