C
You showed up late with some random guy
Michigan plates and sores on his face
Am
That’s fucked up hun, I guess its your idea of fun
C
O well o well, here’s to a race well run
Am C
Wo-oh wo-oh wo-oh-oh-oh
C
Now my fingers are killing me
But not writing this song is not an option
Am C
No-o-o-o its not at option, oh-oh-oh-oh
C
If this is getting better, then I give up
Yeah, isn’t any better, I give up
Yeah if this is getting better then I give up
Yeah, isn’t any better, yeah I give up
C Am C Am
C
I dropped dead in your cereal bowl
I was waiting in vain for a telephone call from your
Am C
mother, tell me tell me, tell me all about it
C
And now my heels are blistered
But not walking these blocks is not an option
Am C
I left your house, it was it was not an option
C
Cause if this is getting better then I give up
Yeah isn’t any better I give up
Yeah isn’t any better I give up
Yeah isn’t any better, yeah I give up
Cause if this is getting better then I give up
Give up
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