Capo: 4th fret
[Verse 1]
G
What if I told you that I got sober,
Em
that I got older, that I got that tattoo off my shoulder?
C G
That I’m strong again, I’m fun again, would you love me then?
G
What if you saw me, what if you hate me?
Em
What if I’m failing or mentally ill? Would you call me crazy?
C G
Would you let me in, would you let me in, would you love me then?
[Chorus]
G
I told you that my whole life could’ve sworn I would die young,
Em
my last words, twenty two years on my tongue,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
G
You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much,
Em
I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk,
C G
yeah, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
[Interlude]
G Em C G
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[Verse 2]
G
It’s not your fault that my brain is vacant,
Em
that the world is trash and my dumb ass just got completely wasted.
C G
You washed your hands of all my sins. Have I lost you then?
G
Sometimes I hate it, my lack of patience,
Em
how sometimes love feels like a noun in some new foreign language.
C G
And now my heart is bent and worn so thin. Can you sew the skin?
[Chorus]
G
I told you that my whole life could’ve sworn I would die young,
Em
my last words, twenty two years on my tongue,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
G
You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much,
Em
I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk,
C G
yeah, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
[Interlude]
G Em C G
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[Verse 3]
G Em
So, if you look back and you hate my past,
C
just know I’m doing everything that I can,
G
I’m doing everything that I can.
G Em
And if you look back and can’t stand my ass,
C
I swear I’m doing everything that I can,
G
I’m doing everything that I can.
[End-Chorus]
G
I told you that my whole life could’ve sworn I would die young,
Em
my last words, twenty two years on my tongue,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
G
You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much,
Em
I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
Capo: 4th fret
[Verse 1]
G
What if I told you that I got sober,
Em
that I got older, that I got that tattoo off my shoulder?
C G
That I’m strong again, I’m fun again, would you love me then?
G
What if you saw me, what if you hate me?
Em
What if I’m failing or mentally ill? Would you call me crazy?
C G
Would you let me in, would you let me in, would you love me then?
[Chorus]
G
I told you that my whole life could’ve sworn I would die young,
Em
my last words, twenty two years on my tongue,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
G
You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much,
Em
I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk,
C G
yeah, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
[Interlude]
G Em C G
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[Verse 2]
G
It’s not your fault that my brain is vacant,
Em
that the world is trash and my dumb ass just got completely wasted.
C G
You washed your hands of all my sins. Have I lost you then?
G
Sometimes I hate it, my lack of patience,
Em
how sometimes love feels like a noun in some new foreign language.
C G
And now my heart is bent and worn so thin. Can you sew the skin?
[Chorus]
G
I told you that my whole life could’ve sworn I would die young,
Em
my last words, twenty two years on my tongue,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
G
You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much,
Em
I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk,
C G
yeah, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
[Interlude]
G Em C G
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
[Verse 3]
G Em
So, if you look back and you hate my past,
C
just know I’m doing everything that I can,
G
I’m doing everything that I can.
G Em
And if you look back and can’t stand my ass,
C
I swear I’m doing everything that I can,
G
I’m doing everything that I can.
[End-Chorus]
G
I told you that my whole life could’ve sworn I would die young,
Em
my last words, twenty two years on my tongue,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
G
You know that I spend long nights brain fried, talking too much,
Em
I’m a booze-bag, do-bad, burnout, dead drunk,
C G
I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck, I’m bad luck.
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