Rather Be Dead

Em Am Bm C

Em
Early morning, hear you creepin'
Am
Losing my head, baby, where have you been?
Bm           C
Far away, so far away
Em
Yeah, I'm thinkin' you been drinkin'
Am                                        Bm
I let it sink in, baby, when I say you're not the same
    C
No, not the same

Em
I swear to God I won't see you again
Am
Everytime that we fight
Bm
The smell of the liquor don't scare me away
C
But one of these days it just might

    G                               Em
I'm fine 'til I crash down from the high
                      Am
And I wake up by your side
Can't make up my mind
        C
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead
           G                              Em
And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
                            Am
That I'd walk right out the door
But I'm back for more
        C                                               Em
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead

Em
Can't check your phone when you're out with your friends
Am
Not comin' home yet, so I'm gettin' stoned, yeah
Bm               C
Every night, oh, every night
Em
And it's a problem how far I've fallen
Am
I hit the bottom 'cause I keep on callin'
Bm                C
All the time, oh, all the time

Em
I swear to God I won't see you again
Am
Everytime that we fight
Bm
The smell of the liquor don't scare me away
C
But one of these days it just might

    G                               Em
I'm fine 'til I crash down from the high
                      Am
And I wake up by your side
Can't make up my mind
        C
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead
           G                              Em
And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
                            Am
That I'd walk right out the door
But I'm back for more
        C
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead

Em
Got it bad, sick in the head
Am
It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya
Bm
Got it bad, sick in the head
C
It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya
Em
Got it bad, sick in the head
Am
It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right back to ya
Bm
Got it bad, sick in the head
C
It makes you laugh 'cause I always come right

    G                               Em
I'm fine 'til I crash down from the high
                      Am
And I wake up by your side
Can't make up my mind
        C
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead
           G                              Em
And that's why, when you pulled this shit before
                            Am
That I'd walk right out the door
But I'm back for more
        C
I would tell you that I love you but I'd rather be dead

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