Rilo Kiley - A better son daughter acoustic

^GSometimes in the morning i am ^Cpetrified and ^Gcan't move ^CAwake but cannot ^Gopen my ^Deyes And the ^Gweight is crushing down on my ^Clungs i know i can't ^Gbreath And ^Chope someone will ^Ghelp me this ^Dtime Your ^Gmother's still calling you ^Cinsane and ^Ghigh ^CSwearing it's ^Gdifferent this ^Dtime And you ^Gtell her to give in to the ^Cdemons that ^Gpossess her And that ^Cgod ever ^Gblessed her ^Dinsides Then you ^Ghang up the phone and feel ^Cbadly for ^Gupsetting things And ^Ccrawl back into ^Gbed to dream ^Dof a time When your ^Gheart was open ^Cwide and you ^Gloved things just ^Cbecause Like the ^Gsick and the ^Ddying

And ^Gsometimes when you're on you're^C really fucking ^Gon And your ^Cfriends they sing ^Galong and they ^Dlove you But the ^Glows are so extreme that the ^Cgood seems fucking ^Gcheap And it ^Cteases you for ^Gweeks in its ^Dabsense But you'll ^Gfight and you'll make it through You'll ^Cfake it if you ^Ghave to And you'll ^Cshow up for ^Gwork with a ^Dsmile And you'll be be ^Gbetter you'll be smarter More grown ^Cup and a better ^Gdaughter Or ^Cson and a ^Greal good ^Dfriend And you'll be ^Gawake and you'll be alert You'll be ^Cpositive though it ^Ghurts And you'll ^Claugh and e^Gmbrace all your ^Dfriends And you'll be a ^Greal good listener You'll be ^Chonest you'll be ^Gbrave You'll be ^Chandsome you'll be ^Gbeautiful You'll be ^Dhappy

Your ^Gship may be coming in You're ^Cweak but not giving ^Gin To the ^Ccries and the ^Gwails of the ^Dvalley below Your ^Gship may be coming in You're ^Cweak but not giving ^Gin And you'll ^Cfight it you'll go ^Gout fighting ^Dall of them