The Format - Dear boy

^AYou're not made For this, ^Ddear boy ^AYou're not made For this, ^Ddear boy

^AWe watch the stock drop They say we're ^Djust snide, octane ^AI want to exchange hits for a testament And t^Dhis will be my sacrifice ^AUp in the clouds pick up the tab, put me down Now ^Dgently, just drop me, cause this not a gallery ^AShe takes me seriously, what a joke, She would ^Dknow if she wasn't too scared to pick up the phone and call me

^AYou're not made For this, d^Dear boy ^AYou're not made ^DFor this, dear boy

^BmThe crime fits the ^Dpunishment [Verse 2]

^AAnd an ice cold sal, stabbing demons at dusk She says "Well, ^Dwhom do you trust?" I don't trust anyone. ^A"Who do you trust?" I don't trust nobody ^D"Not even her?" No, not even me, oh please ^AYou're not D Bm F#m D Ab E Dbm

^AThank you lightly for deceiving ^AAll the people that believe in me ^ASomewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding ^ASomewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding ^AIf I came to learn one thing from this ^AIt's that people from Long Island ^AAren't as old as they seem ^AThey're older then they seem to be

^AI turn my back to the mirror all you see is my back ^DIt's leaving you somewhere lethal to make a red dot Let's s^Aee what you got ready or not, here g^Does The ^Bmcrime fits the pun^Dishment

^AYou're not made For this, d^Dear boy ^AYou're not made ^DFor this, dear boy

^AYou're not made For this, d^Dear boy ^AYou're not made ^DFor this, dear boy

^AYou're not made For this, d^Dear boy ^AYou're not made ^DFor this, dear boy