Mean

C#m               B                                  A
You, with your words like knives and swords and weapons that you use against me
C#m         B                               A
You, have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like I’m nothing
C#m              B                               A
You, with your voice like nails, on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded
C#m   B                                A
You, picking on the weaker man

B                                         E                      A        B
Well you can take me down , with just one single blow
          A
What you don’t know, what you don’t know

  E            B        C#m                      A
Someday I’ll be living in the big ol city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
E              B       A
Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
N.C                                  E
Why you gotta be so mean?
D slide into E

C#m                B                                       A
You, with your switching sides, and your wildfire lies and your humiliation
C#m         B                       A
You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don’t already see them
C#m              B                                  A
I walk with my head down, tryin to block you out cause I’ll never impress you
C#m    B                 A
I just want to feel okay again.

B                   E                       A                                B
I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold
A                                               A
Well that cycle ends right now, cause you can’t lead me down that road
A
And you don’t know, and you don’t know

E              B       C#m                     A
Someday, I’ll be living in the big ol city, and all you’re ever going to be is mean
E              B        C#m                               A
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all you’re ever going to be is mean
N.C                          E
Why you gotta be so mean
D slide into E

N.C
Someday I’ll be living in the big ol city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean... YEAAAHH
E               B       C#m                               A
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hear me, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
                                     E             B       C#m                       A
Why you gotta be so…someday i’ll be living in the big old city, and all you’re ever gonna be is mean
E               B       C#m                               A
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me, and all your ever gonna be is mean
‘                                   E
Why you gotta be so mean

B (1 measure)
A (3 measures)
X2

                     B                                              E                    A          B
And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game
B                                                         E            A        B
With that same big loud opinion, and nobody’s listening
B                                                    C#m        B       A
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
B                                            C#m  B    A
Drunk and rambling about how I can’t sing
N.C                     E     B      C#m
But all you are is mean
A                    E                 B             C#m
All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
       A               E                 C#m          A
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

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