Mom Jeans. - Movember

^GWhy you gotta be so ^B7fuckin' mean? ^Cmaj7Said it's not your ^Cadd9scene, could you ^F9just leave me^G Alone with my friends, ^B7alone with my thought^Cmaj7s? But I often have ^Cadd9thoughts that can't ^F9be shared and^G If you really cared abou^B7t my health,^Cmaj7 about my ^Cadd9heart Then ^F9you would sta^Grt keeping track of all the t^B7imes You s^Cmaj7aid that you were f^Cadd9ine but re^F9ally weren't It's ^Gjust like back in time when y^B7ou were f^Cmaj7ive The doctor s^Cadd9aid you wou^F9ld be fin^Ge, but It still hurt and ^B7I'm still ^Cmaj7sure it was just a little ^Cadd9trick to make us f^F9eel all^G right

^GNow I smell like smoke, and I ^B7feel like s^Cmaj7hit Probably couldn't ^Cadd9hurt if we ^F9took a d^Gip Then I'll finally ^B7be as ^Cmaj7clean as I felt ^Cadd9back at ^F9eighteen

^G'Cause I'm not getting^B7 any youn^Cadd9ger ^{F9 G}My lungs get blacker ^B7every day ^{Cmaj7 F9 G}If I were to grow a bea^B7rd, stop drinkin^Cadd9g beer, I fear you ^F9might not l^Gove me enough to make ^B7you ^Cmaj7stay ^{Cadd9 Dm}