Tone: [F]
Verse 1:
This [F]bar makes me [Gm]feel like a [Bb]villain
Your friends are all [F]nice, and they [Gm]all make a k[Bb]killin'
They work all the t[F]time, hunker [Gm]down, save the [Bb]world 9 to [Gm]5
Just for [F]me to come r[Gm]ruin their we[Bb]weekend
I'm usually [F]flawless at [Gm]hiding my f[Bb]feelings
Unless you're my [F]mom or my d[Gm]dog or my c[Bb]ceiling
The second one's [F]gone as of [Gm]right before [Bb]you all arr[Gm]arrived
When my m[F]om called pe[Gm]rmission to s[Bb]leep him
Chorus:
And I'm m[F]missing my [Gm]dog a t[Bb]thousand miles away
And [F]when we would [Gm]talk we'd have [Bb]whole conversations
But [F]I would speak [Gm]for him, and [Bb]I'd make him say [F]nice [Bb]things
Verse 2:
I'm dr[F]drinking too [Gm]much for a F[Bb]Friday
Which is saying a l[F]lot for New [Gm]York in the [Bb]holidays
I'm sippin' my v[F]venomous [Gm]brew
Push the [Bb]tab to your [Gm]group, my dog's [F]dead
Tell your [Gm]friend she can [Bb]pay it
Chorus:
But I'm l[F]letting him d[Gm]down a [Bb]thousand miles away
'Cause I'm d[F]drunk, blacking [Gm]out all your k[Bb]kind conversation
Threw aw[F]away what you [Gm]said, but I [Bb]bet it was littered with [F]nice [Bb]things
And I'm [F]xxxxing it [Gm]up, a t[Bb]thousand miles away
I pu[F]shed you too m[Gm]uch, now you're qu[Bb]iet, and I'm ashamed
And I c[F]can't speak for [Gm]you, but if I c[Bb]could, I'd make you say [F]nice [Bb]things
Make you say [F]nice [Bb]things
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