Misc Your Songs - Griffin elliott and the nothingheads - the big bad blues

^Dm Why get out of ^G7bed When you ^Bb6only live in your ^A7own damn head? ^Dm Why even ^G7speak When the ^Bb6only things you say are with your ^A7tongue in your cheeck? ^Dm Why even ^G7try When you ^Bb6know your days are numbered 'till you're ^A7back in the sky? ^Dm How could you ^G7dream When you ^Bb6know your life is bound to come a^A7part at the seams?

^Dm I've got the big bad ^A7blues ^Gm7 This empty feeling won't ^A7leave me alone ^Dm I've walked a mile in a ^A7thousand shoes ^Gm7 But none of them have ever ^A7led me home ^Dm And as the days go ^A7by ^Gm7 My skin'll turn to rubber and my ^A7heart into clay ^Dm I'm not so good at good^A7byes So I'll ^Gm7see you in my dreams or at the ^A7end of the day

^Dm Smell the smoke on the ^G7wind From ^Bb6all the burning bridges to ^A7what could have been ^Dm There's nowhwhere to ^G7run Ex^Bb6cept through all the memories of the ^A7things I should have done ^Dm Hear the birds in the ^G7trees Singing ^Bb6pretty little diddies that they ^A7wrote just for me

^Dm I've got the big bad ^A7blues ^Gm7 This empty feeling won't ^A7leave me alone ^Dm I've walked a mile in a ^A7thousand shoes ^Gm7 But none of them have ever ^A7led me home ^Dm And as the days go ^A7by ^Gm7 My skin'll turn to rubber and my ^A7heart into clay ^Dm I'm not so good at good^A7byes So I'll ^Gm7see you in my dreams or at the ^A7end of the day