The Front Bottoms - Trampled

I never ^C#mdone it, only sold it To a c^Bouple of my friends and now they're t^Eelling me that they ^G#mfeel f^Aine And it's a b^C#mackwards way of thinking But it's ^Ball that I got so I will k^Eeep it in the back^G#m of my m^Aind And it's a ^C#mlonely conversation with a s^Btranger I met Asking me w^Ehat I'm gonna do ^G#mto-n^Aight But I will ^C#mnever sleep again, so you can c^Bome on over I bet you t^Ehink we both could work ^G#mout f^Aine

And it's a ^F#mphone call, ^G#msays you h^Aate me Your boyf^Eriend wants to know where I've been But it's a ^F#mwaste of time, you see I^A've lost weight My bones are p^Eractically sticking through my skin And it's a q^F#muestion of religion, a q^Auestion I want answered An a^Enswer that is in myself But I am ^F#mabsent, and I am h^Aollow Most of the t^Eime I think I'm someone else

And I am ^C#mbored, just like a s^Bummer cop Think what I'm d^Eoing's gonna make^G#m a d^Aifference And I keep ^C#mscreaming and asking h^Bim to stop But I doubt he ^Ewill because he ne^G#mver l^Aistens My bed is ^C#msmall but I can^Bnot complain because it w^Eon't it won't ^G#mmake a d^Aifference You could come ^C#mover if that is w^Bhat you decide And we could b^Eoth stay up ^G#mTry to w^Aatch the sun rise

And it's a ^F#mphone call, says you h^Aate me Your boyf^Eriend wants to know where I've been But it's a ^F#mwaste of time, you see I^A've lost weight My bones are p^Eractically sticking through my skin And it's a q^F#muestion of religion, a q^Auestion I want answered An a^Enswer that is in myself But I am ^F#mabsent, and I am h^Aollow Most of the t^Eime I think I'm someone else

But it's a p^F#mhone call (it's a phone call), ^G#msays you h^Aate me (why do you hate me?) Your ^Eboyfriend wants to know where I've been (why do you hate me?) But it's a ^F#mwaste of time You ^G#msee I^A've lost weight Oh, well my bones are pr^Eactically sticking ^EPractically sticking through my skin ^F#mThrough my skin (through my skin)^{G#m A} Through my^E skin (through my skin - why do you hate me?)

And it's a ^F#mphone call, says you h^Aate me Your boyf^Eriend wants to know where I've been But it's a ^F#mwaste of time, you see I^A've lost weight My bones are p^Eractically sticking through my skin And it's a q^F#muestion of religion, a q^Auestion I want answered An a^Enswer that is in myself But I am ^F#mabsent, and I am h^Aollow Most of the t^Eime I think I'm someone else