Mondays

A D F#M D A D F#M D A D You ask me if I’m angry F#M D Well, hell yeah, I fucking am A D Can’t help the way god made me F#M D But he won’t get away with that again A D My stomach’s torn up of gunfire F#M D And improvisational white lies A D It’s unsustainable but it’s just traditional F#M D And I couldn’t hold him if I wanted to A D So I left my man in the middle of the highway F#M D Won’t be seen with him cause that’s embarrassing A D F#M He can be such a bitch and it makes me sick D All right, all right A E You ask me if I’m angry Bm D A Well, hell yeah, I fucking am E It’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid D And longer still since I wanted it A E Bm D The only time I’ll open up is when I’m firing A E D A bad case of the Monday’s with no silver lining A D F#M D A D F#M D [ Chloe Hotline] A The cigarettes in your bag D You walk out to take a smoke F#M I know you cough and you choke D Just tryna deal with it all A We live our lives on loop D You couldn’t believe the truth F#M And so I always knew D That you'd be watching my fall A D Maybe I'll wake up on Monday F#M D I know that you see me this one way A D 85 and raining but we still alive F#M D Hour long ride but I been hearin’ lies A Think that I'd be hypnotized D Drenched in your vanity F#M D I might be off a little bit, but still got sanity A Tell me that I couldn't leave D Now I can't breathe F#M Your sister calls, she sees you move Bm And thinks she can’t see A The world isn't blind E I been readin' your mind Bm D Tryna put the pieces all together A Now you see me online E And you think it's divine D But i’m sorry I've been movin’ better A E The things that I've seen Bm D Would make most people sick A E The dream that I dream D Is something that they never get A D The things that I've seen F#M D Would make most people sick A D The dream that I dream F#M D Is something that they never get A D Somehow I’m still standin’ F#M D Who would have thought A D E I have been looking for my problems D And knew you were lost D A E Flaunting that I’m not the type to be wrong Bm D A When I’ve known the type to ruin lives E D So my eyes are wide A E I’ll let you in on something, baby Bm D A I can be crazy E D If you want crazy A E You say that I look angry Bm D A Well, hell yeah, you’re fucking right E Hot pacing the back porch from all the conversation D Squared up with time for these dicks tonight A E Bm D But the only time I’ll open up is when I’m firing A E D A bad case of the Monday’s with no silver A With no silver lining E Laugh myself to death, it’s so hilarious D Everything is a mess and we’re aware of it A E D I’d expect nothing less but I still hate Monday’s A Yeah, I still hate Monday’s E D I still hate Monday’s A E D I still hate Monday’s