No Complaints taby ukulele według Noah Kahan

F#m           A
 I thought I had something
      D                        A/C#
And that's the same as having something
              F#m
I get mad at nothing
                  A
Blame my dad for something
           D
I pull no punches, then feel bad for months
F#m                A
Mm, thought I was raised better
          D
Tried to fake better
           A/C#
Tried to blame weather
       F#m
And escape better
           A                   D
Hope the skin heals where the pain enters
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
           F#m         A
Oh, but I finally got sewed up
         D             A
I set a time, then I showed up
               F#m           E              D
And, now, the weight of the world ain't so bad, mm, mm
 
 
[Chorus]
F#m       A               D                 A
I saw the еnd, it looked just like the middlе
         F#m       A         D
I got a paper and pen and a page with no space
              F#m        A              D           A
I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication
        F#m          A
Then forgot how to cry
       D
Who am I to complain?
 
 
[Instrumental]
| F#m    A  | D    A  | F#m    A  | D  |
 
 
[Verse 2]
F#m           A
 And now the pain's different
     D                   A
It still exists, it just escapes different
      F#m                     A
And evades vision, makes the rain different
           D
Makes the news boring, and my rage distant
          F#m
Yes, I'm young and living dreams
A              D
 In love with being noticed
       A
And afraid of being seen
    F#m
But I can finally eat
    A
And I can fall asleep
      D
It's fine, fine, fine
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
   F#m         A
I finally got sewed up
         D             A
I set a time, then I showed up
               F#m           E                D
And, now, the weight of the world ain't that bad
 
 
[Chorus]
      F#m       A               D                 A
Well, I saw the end, it looked just like the middle
         F#m       A         D
I got a paper and pen and a page with no space
              F#m        A              D           A
I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication
        F#m          A
Then forgot how to cry
       D                   F#m    A    D    A
Who am I, who am I to complain?
 
 
[Post-Chorus]
        F#m   A    D     F#m    A
To complain
D    A        F#m    A
Ooh, ooh-ooh
        D
To complain
 
 
[Outro]
F#m       A               D                 A
I saw the end, it looked just like the middle
         F#m       A         D
I got a paper and pen but I can't feel the pain
              F#m        A              D           A
I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication
        F#m          A
Then forgot how to cry
       D
Who am I to complain?