Fuck Up

A F#m It's hard to wake up in the mornin' when I just crawled into bed A F#m With bad memories and alcohol swimming in my head D Bm My mama used to tell me to buck up D Bm E I guess I'm just too much of a f**k up A F#m I can't cry myself to sleep so I drink myself to death A F#m I got cocaine in my bloodstream and whiskey on my breath D Bm Ain't a thing that I can change to get my luck up D Bm E I guess I'm just too much of a f**k up C#m F#m If you tell me what it is that makes your life worth livin' C#m D E I'll be obliged to find a single damn that I'll be givin' A F#m A F#m D Bm D Bm E A F#m With the cards that I been dealt I can't win to save my life A F#m I'm lousy in a fist fight even if I have a knife D Bm Ain't a thing that I can change to get my luck up D Bm E God never makes mistakes he just makes f**k ups C#m F#m If you tell me what it is that makes your life worth livin' C#m D E I'll be obliged to find a single damn that I'll be givin' A F#m 2x D Bm Ain't a thing that I can change to get my luck up D Bm God never makes mistakes he just makes f**k ups D Bm A Well, I guess I'm just too much of a f**k up