Mess taby ukulele według Claire Rosinkranz

[Verse 1]
 
         D
How do I lay this down?
Every time you're around
           Em
I wanna be close to you
            F#
Move in the way you do
 
                D
Know that you know me best
                Bm
Feel your name on my chest
          D   Em
When I'm with you, it's rest
          F#
Why am I such a mess? Oh
 
 
[Chorus]
  Dm                 D            Gm
Holding my hand 'til 3 in the morning
                      D
Pouring my heart in pieces
                  Em                                    G       F#
Too scared to say it sober, get it over my lips after taking a sip
D              G               Bm
I'm so problematic, acting erratic, how do I feel?
              G                           F#7
Don't wanna listen, got some ambition to hate what is given
 
 
[Bridge]
    D       Bm
And I just wanna go home
      G             F#
I'm glad that you didn't leave me alone
    D         Bm
So why did I leave the best thing I had?
                 G
It's sad that I run to somebody else
                 F#                                                       D
'Cause I'm too afraid that I'll mess up the one thing that's good in my life
      Bm                                      G
Mm-mm, it's the one thing that's good in my life
 
 
[Verse 2]
          D
How do I heal my head?
                 Bm
Take back some things I said
          G                      F#7
Erase the in-between, pick up mistakes by me
 
             D
Maybe I've learned my lesson
               Bm
Got a lot of confessing
     G
Consequences undressing
            F#
Is this a curse, or is this a blessing?
 
 
[Chorus]
    D                           Bm
Holding my hand 'til 3 in the morning
 
Pouring my heart in pieces
 G                                           F#
Too scared to say it sober, get it over my lips after taking a sip
 
    D                        Bm
I'm so problematic, acting erratic, how do I feel?
             G                            F#
Don't wanna listen, got some ambition to hate what is given