The Front Bottoms - Trampled

I never ^Amdone it, only sold it To a c^Gouple of my friends and now they're t^Celling me that they feel^F fine And it's a b^Amackwards way of thinking But it's ^Gall that I got so I will k^Ceep it in the back of m^Fy mind And it's a ^Amlonely conversation with a ^Gstranger I met Asking me w^Chat I'm gonna do t^Fo-night But I will ^Amnever sleep again, so you can ^Gcome on over I bet you t^Chink we both could work ou^Ft fine

And it's a ^Dmphone call, says y^Fou hate me Your boyf^Criend wants to know where I've been But it's a ^Dmwaste of time, you see ^FI've lost weight My bones are p^Cractically sticking through my skin And it's a q^Dmuestion of religion, a ^Fquestion I want answered An a^Cnswer that is in myself But I am ^Dmabsent, and I am ^Fhollow Most of the t^Cime I think I'm someone else

And I am ^Ambored, just like a ^Gsummer cop Think what I'm d^Coing's gonna make ^Fa difference And I keep ^Amscreaming and asking ^Ghim to stop But I doubt he ^Cwill because he neve^Fr listens My bed is ^Amsmall but I ca^Gnnot complain because it ^Cwon't it won't ^Emmake a ^Fdifference You could come ^Amover if that is ^Gwhat you decide And we could b^Coth stay up ^EmTry to ^Fwatch the sun rise

And it's a ^Dmphone call, says you ^Fhate me Your boyf^Criend wants to know where I've been But it's a ^Dmwaste of time, you see ^FI've lost weight My bones are p^Cractically sticking through my skin And it's a q^Dmuestion of religion, a ^Fquestion I want answered An a^Cnswer that is in myself But I am ^Dmabsent, and I am ^Fhollow Most of the t^Cime I think I'm someone else

But it's a p^Dmhone call (it's a phone call), ^Emsays you ^Fhate me (why do you hate me?) Your ^Cboyfriend wants to know where I've been (why do you hate me?) But it's a ^Dmwaste of time You ^Emsee ^FI've lost weight Oh, well my bones are pr^Cactically sticking ^CPractically sticking through my skin ^DmThrough my skin (through my skin)^F Through my^C skin (through my skin - why do you hate me?)

And it's a ^Dmphone call, says you ^Fhate me Your boyf^Criend wants to know where I've been But it's a ^Dmwaste of time, you see ^FI've lost weight My bones are p^Cractically sticking through my skin And it's a q^Dmuestion of religion, a ^Fquestion I want answered An a^Cnswer that is in myself But I am ^Dmabsent, and I am ^Fhollow Most of the t^Cime I think I'm someone else