Strap Into Your Mood

B What ya gotta say about your mamas house? A What ya gonna do with all misdirection she provided? B Now you gotta ride it alone. B Thursday came so fast. A Deadlines are not your bag. Now you can cuss a lot about it, B And tell me that your stronger alone. F# E Strap into your mood. It's fickle and it's coming down. F# E On everyone but you it's coming down. B I see you wanna prove it's not your fault. A Condescending tones don’t work out any problems, B Now ya gotta face 'em alone. B Short fuses and triggers mix so well. A I didn’t mean to tell the truth so loud. Clearly I've offended. B I probably ought to leave you alone. F# E Strap into your mood. It's fickle and it's coming down. F# E On everyone but you it's coming down. A E A Baby, baby, baby, prepare a grain of salt. E A This conversation has soured, and I'm so bitter, oh oh oh. A E A Well, honey, can you hear me? Under all the hatful songs, E There's room enough for laughter if you can brush 'em off. B Remind me you’ve heard this all before. A It must not have sank in so deep. Everyone around you, B Is creeping out the back door alone. B I suppose I should thank you. A Bad attitudes have been so faithfully provided. B Now I need some time alone. F# E Strap into your mood. It's fickle and it's coming down. F# E On everyone but you it's all tumbling out. F# E Strap into your mood. So consistently pouring down, F# E On everyone but you it's coming down.