St Charles

D D F# G D F# G Gm D F# G D F# G Gm D F# G The news never says what I’m thinking, I'm thinking that D F# G I’ll skip town, and stay awake for days D F# G Maybe it’s accurate to think nobody wants to hear D F# G All the bad shit that someone has to say D F# G I call my friends and I ask to hang out with them D F# G And I am grabbed by the drink in my head, he’s always wishing I was dead D F# G So I’ll continue sitting around, I don’t wanna think about anything D F# G Cause I ruin everything D F# G Maybe I hate the fucking D F# G Silence or maybe I'm just way too D F# G Tired oh what’s the point of even D F# G Trying D F# G D F# G Gm D F# G D F# G Gm D F# G This day has got me so defeated D F# G Four more of these and I will lose it D F# G And I don’t think that I can take it, it's so much D F# G Easier to lay down D F# G The songs you write have too much meaning D F# G I never wanna hear that sentence D F# G But I gotta fill the verse with something, so I can work out D F# G Other problems D F# G 4x D F# G Maybe I hate the fucking D F# G Silence or maybe I'm just way too D F# G Tired oh what’s the point of even D F# G Trying D F# G And I'm so sick of all this D F# G Garbage filling my mouth when I get D F# G Lonely I gotta find some way to D F# G Talk about it D F# G And I don't want something to hurt D F# G Me I made myself beg for D F# G Mercy I gotta think about my D F# G Purpose D F# G D F# G Gm D F# G D F# G D