Rilo Kiley - A better son daughter

^CSometimes in the morning i am ^Fpetrified and ^Ccan't move ^FAwake but cannot ^Copen my ^Geyes And the ^Cweight is crushing down on my ^Flungs i know i can't ^Cbreath And ^Fhope someone will ^Chelp me this ^Gtime Your ^Cmother's still calling you ^Finsane and ^Chigh ^FSwearing it's ^Cdifferent this ^Gtime And you ^Ctell her to give in to the ^Fdemons that ^Cpossess her And that ^Fgod ever ^Cblessed her ^Ginsides Then you ^Chang up the phone and feel ^Fbadly for ^Cupsetting things And ^Fcrawl back into ^Cbed to dream ^Gof a time When your ^Cheart was open wide and you lo^Fved things just be^Ccause Like the ^Fsick and the ^Cdying ^G

And ^Csometimes when you're on you'r^Fe really fucking^C on And your ^Ffriends they sing ^Calong and they ^Glove you But the ^Clows are so extreme that the ^Fgood seems fucking ^Ccheap And it ^Fteases you for ^Cweeks in its ^Gabsense But you'll ^Cfight and you'll make it through You'll ^Ffake it if you ^Chave to And you'll ^Fshow up for ^Cwork with a ^Gsmile And you'll be be ^Cbetter you'll be smarter More grown ^Fup and a better ^Cdaughter Or ^Fson and a ^Creal good ^Gfriend And you'll be ^Cawake and you'll be alert You'll be ^Fpositive though it ^Churts And you'll ^Flaugh and e^Cmbrace all your^G friends And you'll be a ^Creal good listener You'll be ^Fhonest you'll be ^Cbrave You'll be ^Fhandsome you'll be ^Cbeautiful You'll be ^Ghappy

Your ^Cship may be coming in You're ^Fweak but not giving ^Cin To the ^Fcries and the ^Cwails of the ^Gvalley below Your ^Cship may be coming in You're ^Fweak but not giving ^Cin And you'll ^Ffight it you'll go ^Cout fighting ^Gall of them