Messed Up Kid

C G Am F 2x C I guess old men on the street G Prove that time really does fly Am And I guess pawn shop diamond rings F Proves that girls love goodbyes C And I guess a black dress at a funeral G Means that life has one stage Am And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean F Angels love anything C Cause I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C I'm a messed up kid G Nothing to show Am Except a girl saying she’ll be here F Everywhere I go C I’m a messed-up kid G Am F C Well my old man says I’m wild G And my momma says I’m reckless Am And that color in your eyes F reminds me of East Texas C I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C I'm a messed up kid G Am F C Messed up kid G Nothing to show Am Except a girl saying she’ll be here F Everywhere I go C I’m a messed-up kid G Am F C All this bullshit that I’ve been through G And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to Am They take me around and leave me feeling down F but you pick me up every time C Cause I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C I'm a Messed up kid G Nothing to show Am Except a girl saying she’ll be here F Everywhere I go C I’m a messed-up kid G With nothing to spare Am Turn a saint into a heathen F With my hands going through your hair C Messed up kid G Am F C I guess old men on the street G N.C. Prove that time... really does fly Am And I guess pawn shop diamond rings F Mean that girls love goodbyes C I’m a messed-up kid.