Sydney Rose - Cutting corners

^CWhen I was just a kid didn't know how to l^Amive maybe if my dad was n^Ficer ^CI could take back what I did And tie the noose around my ^Amlips Maybe then I could breathe ^Fnicer

^GMaybe then ^AmI could t^Calk to s^Ftrangers ^GMaybe then ^AmI could taste some d^Fanger ^GThen every day might ^Fbe okay

^AmI know I'd ^Gbe c^Futting c^Corners ^AmI just can^G't see me m^Foving f^Corward ^AmThen you're j^Gust so ^Cgood to ^Fme So I ^Dm*stay here I let you ^F*pull me

^CWhen I was 17 ^GAlmost gave up on my dream ^AmAlmost said goodbye too early ^CCarolina, be so sad^G And maybe ^Ceven mom and dad^Am And my dogs would start to ^Fworry

^GAnd it's bet^Amter for a m^Finute '^Gtil I f^Amind myself ^Fback in it ^GI'm not sure how much ^Fmore I can take it

^AmI know I'd ^Gbe c^Futting c^Corners ^AmI just can^G't see me m^Foving f^Corward ^AmThen you're j^Gust so ^Cgood to ^Fme So I ^Dm*stay here I let you ^F*pull me

Drivin^Amg down past m^Fy street Windows d^Cown cool leather seat ^Amsometimes ^G#Georgia ain't ^Fsober