Misc Your Songs - Chris minton - buddy

^CHey buddy, how you been?^Am I’ve had a hard^F day myself, I could use a frien^Gd ^CWhat do ^F#you say we sit do^Emwn and talk ove^Gr a couple of be^Cers? ^CWhat’s that buddy, you d^Amon’t have time? ^FNo man, it’s no big deal, I’ll b^Ge fine ^CJust go ^F#on and do your th^Eming, I’m gonna ^Ghang out her^Ce

^FFor seven years you’ve had a ^Cplace in my heart, but nowadays ^Amit seems like we’re drifting ap^Fart ^AmDoes it seem to you like^C we’ve got a lot of frustration?^{G C}Or is it my imagination?

^COk buddy, I guess I lied^Am, but I didn’t k^Fnow how to tell you on account o^Gf my pride ^CWhen you^F# said you didn’t ^Emhave time for m^Ge, I didn’t know^C how to feel ^CIt used to be we were th^Amick as thieves h^Fanging out on the playground tak^Ging turns on the swing ^CAnd I de^F#fended you every ^Emtime someone sa^Gid you weren’t r^Ceal ^CWhat happened to the day^Ams of listening t^Fo music I’d play and you would d^Gance yeah we were grooving ^CThen we’^F#d do a few rails ^Emof cocaine till^G we could barely^C crawl ^CIt ain’t been the same s^Amince the day at ^Fthe bar, we drank all the vodka ^GHooters had then you wrecked my car ^CBut I wa^F#s the one who got^Em arrested, yeah^G I took the fal^Cl

^FFor seven years we’ve b^Ceen the best of friends, bu^Amt now you don’t even ask me how I’ve be^Fen ^AmI’m starting to think we^C’ve lost control of our situatio^Gn ^CMaybe it’s my imagination

^CWhat the hell, man? What^Am did you do? I w^Fas only asleep for like an hour ^Gor two ^CHow’d yo^F#u make a me^Emss that big in ^Gsuch a short tim^Ce? ^CWindows are broken, ther^Ame’s trash everyw^Fhere, and I don’t even wanna kno^Gw what it looks like downstairs ^CHow much^F# coke and vodka d^Emid you have, ar^Ge you out of you^Cr mind ^CBuddy I don’t think I ca^Amn do this anymor^Fe, so before this thing gets vio^Glent I suggest you find the door ^CIt’s tim^F#e we go our separ^Emate ways, I can^G no longer prete^Cnd ^CI gave you all I had, ne^Amver once did I a^Fsk for anything in return yet yo^Gu repay me like that ^CI didn’t^F# think that it wo^Emuld drive me cr^Gazy being your f^Criend

^FFor seven long years you ^Chad a place in my heart until I ^Amtook that butcher knife and cut you apar^Ft ^AmBuried you in my yard an^Cd turned myself in at the police^G station ^FBuddy you can’t see the ^Ctears in my eyes, I’ve got to sp^Amend life in prison without you by my sid^Fe ^AmNow they’re gonna take^C me for a psychiatric evaluation^{G Am}I thought I had a ^Cbetter handle on my frustration^{G C}Must’ve been my imagination, my imagination ^CCocaine and vodka do wonders for the imagination